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I wouldn't bother alchemizing language into golden press releases of your own making. It never works long anyway, grapevines get better reception. A dog knows who flinches. Moss grows where one lingers, even silence leaves thumbprints. Say nothing. Say too much. Either way— they’ll know you.

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