I faltered. I was not prepared.
Naught could have been more pleasant than your sudden appearance and the subsequent greetings, which, though abrupt, was.....
It's harder to recover than was expected. Beratement would not help. But at least, sense did not depart for long.
So now I'll finish what I started- write off imaginations and indulge in their whims no more, being kept in leaves and bound in ink. And who is to say, the stone will be thrown at me again?
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