Self-censorship

If it wasn’t for my natural tendency to self-censor, I could tell you tales of wonder, forbidden pleasures, cruelty, and the hidden measures of the soul.  But I worry that I’d destroy relationships in the telling, due to embarrassment and shock.  So I bide my time and try to fictionalize an account or two, and build new tales that can bear public scrutiny. But should you find your way to my door, we can sip a beverage of choice and stay up late into the night, and I’ll regale you with my big fish stories, which stay hidden from the light of day.

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