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Those who reek of neediness are pariahs; there’s no faster path to isolation than to ask for help.
We like to give each other shit around here, but at the end of the day we’d all die for each other, no questions asked.
I have a new dream: I’d like to be neatly folded, set aside in a slant of light, and allowed to collect dust.
