Somebody unwisely remarked that you liked flattery. You thought about that intemperate comment. It annoyed you for its unnecessary and half-true qualities. You shrugged your shoulders upon hearing the remark and you made a mental note of not making the same faux pas. Tonight in the tranquility of your room, you meditated on pains and memories triggered by your penchant of loneliness and your need for understanding. You thought, of course, of Ag and La, the first two bitches that passed through your life and left a permanent scar in your heart.
You were young and idealistic. You first experienced sexual and romantic feelings. You knew nothing about life. You vaguely knew something about evil and deception. There was a recent mention of the asshole former Embassy worker. And that opened another floodgate of unpleasant memories. The more you know about animals, the more you want to stay away from them.
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