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Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness, a conundrum that she couldn’t even begin to solve.
“Well, we all get on,” Sylvie said, “one way or another. And in the end we all arrive at the same place. I hardly see that it matters how we get there.”
Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.
A fool too late bewares when all the peril is past.
