Why do we cling so tight to old friendships? I mean not that we are afraid of losing but oh-so-not-ready-to-start-over sometimes haunts us doesn't it? Are we becoming more vulnerable as adults? And it's even worse when we get older; cause we get to value the antique, familiar, comfortable ''stuff'' way better than sceptical new paths... But as a kid, for some reasons I liked the smell of my old books over the new ones.
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