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approach; one hugs and kisses lovely Maria while the other
forcefully snaps a d igital shot of the e mbrace (fortunately not
wanting me to be pictured in her company ). Thinking it ill-
mannered of these species of human beings that in my arrogance I
degrade, I pro mptly chastise the m for interrupting my
conversation; my words had the eff ect of sound penetrating a
vacuum. The lout, who placed the kiss, is the societal mate of the
other young baffled wo man's (past) boyfriend, the purpose of the
photo to cause aggrandizement between the m (the former
boyfriend and this photo victim). If King Dovid could say o f
himself; "I a m a worm"), where be known of my character under
the shadow of lice? The bored mind always finds a wormhole into
which shall deign to crawl.
A thousand words and it was only a moment thereafter that
Vashti accosted her hand maid with fierce words of betrayal,
departing in aggravation hastily from the stage. The "hugger,"
turned out to be the father of the handmaid Maria's child, and had
recently abandoned both her and the child. The photograph caused
Vashti to beco me enraged a t Maria because she claimed affinity to
the "hugger," her new main man. I throw caution to the wind and
arise to the mythological opportunity to become the knight in
armor and save the da msel in distress . "What, me worry?" Years
later, I can sense the dusk y atmospheric circumstances , alas, dea r
reader, it has taken me decades to feel confident that the same
influence no longer intimidates my moral imbalance . The vibratio n
of human contact seem a rarity in our day and age, we don't see
the picture of two feminine charters strolling with arms around
one another's shoulder, which used to be a good part of societa l
acculturation.
This scenario draws attention away from the wiles of a woma n
to woo away the man who fathered her friend's child, her best
girlfriend's rightful soul mate, and the complicity of the man in
her sche ming to castigate bla me on the hapless victim. I played
the role of a wise old owl as I had little choice as to how I could
misrepresent my banal instincts . Maria, who had been sha med b y
incrimination, in the middle of our discussion, quickly ran out of
the dwelling and into the streets. I scolded Vashti whom I urged
to go look for her friend, and cautiously followed her as so me sort
of a concerned party, etc. I could upstage the "hugger," havin g
seen Maria set up and fra med. I tagged along, as a loyal pupp y
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