the two kinds of people: bricks and windows

there are two kinds of people in this world. bricks and windows. tired of being a window, i left cuts on his neck with my teeth where i kissed him. he then points the finger at me, screaming "what have you done". i held his face in my hands gently as he cried and i told him: there are two kinds of people in this world, bricks and windows, and one should know not to go running off with the other kind; you will clutch the shattered glass.

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