Such a little man he is. Once, he paused and realized that no one had ever liked him. This occurred to him when a charming lady acted as if to her, he was an exciting person.
For a moment he thought that on the inside, in an unspoken fashion, maybe everyone had liked him to one extent or another. But the chilling, broken china of that deception went away quite quickly as he thought it might be time for afternoon tea.
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