Perhaps it wasn't all the way it seemed. Sure, there were problems, tiny ones, stuck in the in-betweens of all the goodness that had been squeezed in the small space that remained between the two of them. But overall, overall, the problems were so small, so mini-scull and tiny, that they were almost obsolete, and most people never noticed them anyway. That was the beauty of it all. From the outside, and a lot of times from the inside, the problems weren't noticeable and there was this perception of perfection that surrounded them most of the time. They liked it that way, not that they minded the problems being seen, but they liked that they'd pulled so close together and worked so hard to squeeze out all the problems. In this case, suffocation was a good, good thing. A very good thing.