Ties

Oh, they bind, they bind. Around the neck, they bind. Twist them and they fasten the neck of your plastic bag. Twist more tightly and they become the mandatory Sunday lunch at Grandmother's house, reinforcing those old family ties. Spell it another way and you get a tasty restaurant, House of Thai, that will serve you noodles laced with sugar and salt and oil and chiles.

 

Ties bind. Take off your tie and stay awhile, honey. We'll use that tie to bind us—if you're into that sort of thing.

 

 

 

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