A Walking Stick, a Staff, a Machete

“Even if you like to talk nonsense, make things up, and fabricate stories, I won’t call you a liar. Even if you flirted with me during school, giving me suggestive looks and making double entendres, trying to get me to have sex with you often, I won’t call you a slut. Sexual preferences and lifestyles are subjective. Even if you’re overly nosy, trying to meddle in other people’s affairs, and trying to cause problems for our wedding, I won’t call you a busybody. So, since I haven’t called you a liar, a slut, or a busybody, can you please reciprocate by stopping gossiping about me in our group chat?”

The young man spoke calmly and smiled at the person in front of him. The person behind him took a deep breath… Is this not considered insulting? Is this not considered insulting? And if he did, wouldn’t Grandma Nusra, standing right in front of him, have a seizure? He’s insulted her with every possible word… Oh, you fool!

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