If Praise was Given in Cups
Praise is handed to me in cups of varying sizes and shapes. I clutch the gift to my chest and say thank you in every way I can, before diving into the praise. What can I do but guzzle down the wonderous compliments until not a drop comes out? Then I reach into the cup to scrape at what little praise is left. I do not stop until I have devoured all of my gift, and once I finish, I entertain the wishes of others until I am handed another cup.
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