sticks and stones may breakthe bones, but those letters carry damn sharp edges
welcome to the Bistro. Wouldyou like a cup of coffeewhilst you wait for the speakerto begin?*the waiter leans down to whisperconfidingly in your ear* I've heard...thingsabout this woman...like she'stoo young to know what she speaks of.*He straightens, resuming hisproffessional manner once more*But, as the old adage goes,you never know what to expect from a female.*the waiter shrugs, and walksoff*
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