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A genuine concern that is poorly expressed I heard her speak of him as she made light of his emotions and feelings for the woman he wished to marry. Her need for attention, showed when we noticed the way she would change her voice often during mid conversation pronouncing words quite faddish, instead of speak crisp and clear like normal people I could see her singing and doing this but it was neither attractive or influential yet on the other hand I fully respected the opinions but the lack of boundaries allowed my disrespect for her to form the relationship dynamic ought to consist of two centered by there willingness to be together Maybe it's our culture which makes it more difficult to be valued in a well centered relationship or might it be my lack of understanding that causes me as an outsider to seem foolish and not be able to understand is due to the misguided reasonings of ones need to understand Stearing off into the distance concousis might they see beyond there own rhealm of understanding then might I to be able to understand Conversations with Dizi:Erhu: and Suonaa The Origins of there relationship were based on a distorded beleif on her first date she refused him but Hirsay overhearing them desided to bed the Mister and became pregant. The other married him only to refuse him were he could be lonsome and needing there he would seek other women to make love to. The wife once put a bounty on a woman who refused to play that game with them. Ten thousand gold coins to person who would bring the hair of the harlot she spoke. It's beleived she used the hair to make a pillow the pillow she used when she became pregant by her husbands brother they tricked him into thinking the child was his

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