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It is a bit of a comic tragedy when people have to hurt each other. On a seesaw of two ends: one is their purpose, another is hurt, which end should they sit, is a matter of immediate decision; for there is no time for hesitation, the flow of conversation would dance you away in the ravishing rhythm of uttered words.  Toward whichever end one slides, the feel of strained anxiety accumulates gradually, until it transforms into a tidal wave, ready to immerse such slender figure of the fatigued in a water slap of sadness.