image source 1 & image source 2 In a small town nestled between rolling hills and a forest brimming with life, two best friends, Aly and Alice , often found solace in the quiet corners of the woods. These moments were sacred, where their whispered conversations turned into a tapestry of metaphors, woven with the threads of their shared experiences and youthful wisdom. One lazy afternoon, as they lay sprawled on a bed of leaves, the sun dappled through the canopy above, Aly turned to Alice with a thoughtful expression. "You know," she began, her voice carrying the weight of introspection, "I've been thinking a lot about hearts lately. They're a lot like cockroaches." Alice raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Cockroaches? That's not the most flattering comparison." "Maybe not," Aly admitted, her gaze fixed on the sky, "but think about it. A cockroach can live for days without its head. It’s resilient, alm...
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