No analogies.
When I was really young, if I fell asleep on the sofa watching TV after dinner, Daddy would naturally carry me to my bed and I'd magically wake up in the comfor of my own room. At about the age of 10, Daddy would wake me up and walk me in at midnight. Now, I'll just be left there to wake up on my own and figure my way through the dark.
A blooming analogy, but not quite there yet.
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