Some tales are meant to be shared. The magic of imagination creates a bond between storyteller and listener, and all who enter the circle are given a gift to do with as he or she sees fit. And then there are stories that belong on a flash drive, kept safely out of sight, and not intended for public consumption. I'm not blaming you of any wrongdoing, per se, but certain voices in question definitely needed to remain inside the writer's head. I'm also not terribly angry over this unfortunate incident, but we need to give each other some space. Indefinitely, I might add.
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