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There are no piles of greenery being made into ornaments today. No, today the young man is sitting cross-legged on a worn cushion, slowly crimping together the links in a delicate golden chain with a set of artisan's tools.
He seems to find something vaguely amusing about the work.
"When your friends and your family are the same group of people, does it matter if you're finding yourself much more ... attached to one person in particular? Would the kind of attachment make a difference?"
"Is there anything or anyone you think of as restricting you or binding you? Why?"
He seems to find something vaguely amusing about the work.
"When your friends and your family are the same group of people, does it matter if you're finding yourself much more ... attached to one person in particular? Would the kind of attachment make a difference?"
"Is there anything or anyone you think of as restricting you or binding you? Why?"