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I used to spend a lot of time telling people they had pretty shoes.
This was a good thing to say when I had to say something. I was looking down more often than not, so it was something I noticed.
See, a bunch of things in our lives had shifted all at the same time.
Friends moved away, kids grew, a move, new groups, new people—and it seemed like the important thing was to find ways to be accepted in those new places. To be part of the group. Any group.
So I would be in conversations where the other person would talk, and the thing I wanted to say—the thing that made sense to me—sounded like:
No. No, I cannot do that. No, I do not agree. No, I do not think that is a good idea.
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