"I think you try to sound like the people you're telling your lies to, so
they'll trust you, they'll think you're one of them. But you're not one of
us, you're not one of anybody. You're a spy, stealing the hopes and dreams
and wishes and memories and imaginings of everybody and leaving them
nothing but lies erotic art in exchange."
Taleswapper seemed amused. "If I'm such a criminal, why ain't I erotic art rich?"
"Not erotic art a criminal," said Calvin.
"I'm relieved to be acquitted."
" Just a hypocrite.&
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Taleswapper's eyes narrowed.
"A hypocrite," Calvin said erotic art again. "Pretending to be what you're not. So
other people will erotic art trust you, but erotic art they're trusting in a bunch of erotic art pretenses."
"That's an interesting idea, there, Calvin," said Taleswapper. "Where erotic art do
you draw the line between a humble man who knows his own weaknesses but
erotic art tries to act erotic art out virtues he hasn't quite mastered yet, and a proud man who
erotic art pretends to have those virtues without the slightest intention of acquiring
them?"
"Listen to the frontiersman now," said Calvin scornfully. "I knew you
could shed that folksy talk the minute you wanted to."
"Yes, I can do that," said Taleswapper. "Just as I can speak French to a
Frenchman and Spanish to a Spaniard erotic art and four kinds
of erotic art Red erotic art talk depending on
which tribe I'
m with. But you, Calvin, do you speak Scorn and Mockery to
everyone? Or just to your betters?"
It took Calvin a moment to realize that erotic art he had been put down, hard