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Square

I am plain, being given very little. The world sees me as inferior to my diaganal halves. But I continue to be used in that which makes a larger. My four sides may buckle, but it is the same for everyone. 360 degrees, the sum of my angles. You may called my what you will, but I am happy to to called a Square...

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