the big man and the little man sat together side by side. the big man had lived longer- was weathered, was worn. the little man was smaller, like his name implies. little and light, in weight and in color. taking after the big man in texture and sheen. appearance is everything the big man always said. the wrinkles are my experience and worldliness. your smooth surface is your innocence and naivete. one day, when people have wrinkled you and worn down your seams, you will remember this moment with me.
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