Like all other whole numbers, number 1 was also in search of a companion.
1 looked first among the fractions, then among the decimals.
Finding no luck, 1 gave it up.
Against all odds,
1 discovered the suitable suitor at a party hosted for numbers from several different factions.
At said party, 1 sat on the leather couch and observed the room. 1 recalls that the white trunks of the guests stood fat and stark against the muted surroundings. The living room in which the party was held had been made musty by the presence of the digits intermingling by means of some strange sorts of foreign equations.
This ponderous moment was concluded when 1 spied another handsome whole number seated somewhere near.
That night only formalities were exchanged.
1 + 1 were unsuspecting of what was to come.
Very much later,
having discovered their mutual admiration,
1 + 1 grew accustomed to wrapping around one another so that their single stems entwined into one thick clump. They marvelled at the simple luxury of nuzzling together the blunted heads of brushstrokes that are still part of their individual shapes.
1+1,
a happy equation.
But in this wicked world of whole numbers,
1+1 can be no more.
“Thank you 1”.
“I’m sorry 1.”
“Don’t forget that we’re both whole numbers on our own”.
“That’s true. Somehow I just couldn’t help thinking that 1 + 1 = 2.”
“Things happen for a reason.”
1 + 1 = 1……….1
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