The Unmovable Thing

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Title: The Unmovable ThingZara had built her life on quicksand and called it flexibility.She changed accents mid-sentence depending on who she was talking to. She laughed at jokes she didn't understand. She nodded at opinions she despised. To her, this wasn't lying. This was surviving. Everyone did it. Right?Then she met Elias.Elias was a carpenter who built chairs the same way every time. He drank black coffee at 7 AM regardless of company. When someone told a racist joke, he didn't laugh. He didn't glare either. He simply said, "I don't find that funny," and continued eating.The first time it