We say our peace. And it starts a war.
There is no right answer. Not really. There is only a seemingly endless list of opinions, and everyone has a version of one or the other that can't be altered. No one can hear the tone of a voice and there's nothing to read between the lines.
Moments of weakness stretch out for seasons at a time.
It may start with an idea gone awry. A slapped wrist. A hurt feeling. A joke that falls flat. Ultimately the teller is the responsible party.
Introspection. Resolve. Back tracking.
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