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  • The feeling you get when you hear someone bad-mouth you, comes from your ears.

    A hurtful comment from a loved one is heard by your ears.

    Cries of pain, dispair and sorrow are auscultated by your ears.

    He is pure. He has never heard the sounds of foulness. He has never felt the burn of an unseemly hearsay. If he has not been filled with such follies why is it that the maid felt the need to disturb his purity?

    He cherished her like a diamond, offered her a bright life and gave her the joy of two nippers yet she craved more, she craved that which a harlot craves, self-disrespect.

    She treaded on her poise by destroying his glee.

    And yet, he did not hear any of it.
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