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“How can I say this with the utmost thought”, I began.
“You cannot”, she said at the knowing of my speech.
“But, as you say talk truth.” What was I to do if not?
“You must not speak ill of those who can not say otherwise”. She told me in that voice that made my eyes roll.
“What of those that say otherwise?” I spoke with question.
“Then you shall speak ill and you shall talk terrible.” She gave me the look of hell in a child’s hold.
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