There was a dispute between two lovers, and each appealed to their mutual friend. He extended his arms, and in great pain stated his reasons, and clenched his fists and openly wept; and this friend took his hands in hers, and let his tears wet her shoulder, and spoke rarely and with well chosed words of gentle great solace; and not long after, she, his former partner, also made her case to the friend, and rolled her eyes, and paced restlessly around the room, and finally also succumbed helplessly to tears; and once again the friend took her sweet head into her hands, and stroked her hair, and dried her tears. But, even so, having heard everything, still she could not take sides; and so, to this day, she remains the friend of both.
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