No strings attached?
Bullshit.
There are always strings.
The question is only
What do they do?
They make a rope, or many.
Is the rope an intricate pattern
Traceable only by the drawers?
Is it a tangle of gnarls
Without an end in sight?
Is the rope a
Tool or
Trap?
What does it feel like?
Is it well worn?
Is it treated with care?
Is it soft or
Does it bite?
A leash
Or
Lifeline?
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