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Words come easy when we speak. No hesitance of bruised egos, or apologies in case offence caused. It is comforting for a change. The lack of all those “sorries” and forced politeness just out of sheer fear that I might have cracked a joke that hurt one’s pride.

We speak of entrepreneurs and cake baking ladies who are hot, and I highlight I can’t bake to save my life. Wardrobe change a priority in the list, a possible mature look attempted, and a house that needs to be dusted so as not to cause my death.

We speak, we laugh, and we wait. Sometimes it all comes down to that wait.