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After having been raised and drilled into the ingrained wood with the politeness of "pardon?" "excuse me?" "come again?" his calloused and critical "What!?" brought out my cancerian nature and shelled away my voice, I breathed out a muddled/clumsy rendition of my witty/quirky comment and I instantly became aware that my timid nature wasn't cute but cumbersome.
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Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
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After having been raised and drilled into the ingrained wood with the politeness of "pardon?" "excuse me?" "come again?" his calloused and critical "What!?" brought out my cancerian nature and shelled away my voice, I breathed out a muddled/clumsy rendition of my witty/quirky comment and I instantly became aware that my timid nature wasn't cute but cumbersome.
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Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
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