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Maester links, Art by Tim Durning (C)
Maester duty to the realm
The maesters are an order of scholars, healers, postmen, and scientists who are trained at a school called the , which is located in .
was integral in the Citadel's foundation, and continues to patronize the order. As advisers to the
nobility, the maesters have largely supplanted the . They are sometimes called "the knights of the mind."
is an impressive structure in the city of , and is considered the home of all maesters. Here they undergo all of their training from the time they arrive as novices until they have achieved the status of maester. At the entrance of the Citadel are green marble sphinxes.
The maesters are scholars, scientists, learned advisors to the nobility, and occasionally pseudo-religious researchers in the occult. Males of any age may begin t females are not permitted to study or join the order. Noble families in
sometimes send their younger sons to the Citadel. A
may study at the Citadel and become a maester. The maesters, like the brothers of the , are considered to be servants of Westeros and all its people and in theory have no political allegiance. After finishing his course of study, a maester is assigned to a castle, keep or other holding, and is loyal to the people of that place as a mentor, healer and adviser, regardless of changes in control of that holding. To this end a man who earns his chain is stripped of his family name and from that time on is known only by his title and first name. In practice, some maesters hold over old allegiances and loyalties.
The perceived "master" of any area of study is given the title of "" and a mask, ring, and rod in the corresponding metal to signify his expertise. For example, an archmaester who specializes in ravenry will have a mask, ring, and rod made of black iron. Archmaesters are the senior members of the Order and are given the right to sit on the . The Conclave is the governing body of the Citadel and is the same body that elects the
who advises the king. All meetings of the Conclave are confidential in nature and conducted behind closed doors at the Citadel only.
Marwyn the Mage is the order's leading researcher into the occult and , with a mask, ring and rod made of . For his strange pursuits and gruff manner he is ostracized by others in the Citadel.
The Grand Maester is a senior member of the order who serves as the Citadel's representative to the
in the . He can only be made or unmade by the Conclave. Sworn to serve the whole realm, the Grand Maester sits on the
and acts as one of the king's adviser. The Grand Maester wears many interwoven maester chains to indicate his high office, but these do not reflect his true studies. Gems are woven into the chains.
is chosen from among the archmaesters by lot, with a new one chosen each year. The Seneschal is tasked with the governance of the Citadel. Most archmaesters consider it a thankless task that takes them away from their true calling.
Maester taking the oath
Forging the chain - by Mike Capprotti. (C) Fantasy Flight Games
Maesters begin their training as novices in the Citadel. Once they begin their study and have been seen as proficient in a particular course of study they are tested and awarded a link of a certain metal to reflect their skill and knowledge. A student with a link is known as an acolyte until he has a full chain. It is not until he has completed extensive study in various subjects and has earned enough links to form a chain (to be worn around the neck) that he is considered worthy of advancement to the title of maester, no longer a student but a peer. The night before the acolytes swear their vows to become maesters, they must stand a vigil in a vault with a black . He is allowed no lantern or any other source of light. Unless he can light the candle, he will spend the night in total darkness.
Iron link for studies in the field of warcraft. Art by Tim Durning (C)
A maester advises his lord. (C) FFG
The collar signifies that maesters do not serve themselves, but are instead servants of all of Westeros. The collar consists of several links of different types of metal. These chains are formed from every metal known to man, but almost no maester will ever wear them all. Maesters do not remove the chain ever, not even when sleeping.
According to semi-canon sources, it is possible to earn multiple links of the same metal.
These metals include:
Black iron (ravenry)
Copper (history)
Electrum (astrology)
Yellow Gold (economics)
Iron (warcraft)
Pale steel (smithing)
Silver ( and healing)
(magic and the occult) - Only one in one hundred holds a link of V the study of magic is looked down upon by most maesters.
Maester studies
Maesters chiefly communicate through messenger , which are trained specifically for one route. For example, for a message that must be sent to , the maester uses the raven from the Castle Black cage. One of the typical duties of a maester is care of a keep's ravens. A special breed of
that is larger and more intelligent than average is maintained at the Citadel for important communications. Maesters also constantly monitor the seasons. When the seasons are about to change, they send white ravens to spread the announcement throughout the realm. Maesters who are skilled in astronomy often watch the skies and study constellations.
appears during the events of the , the maesters are among the first to notice.
has served as Grand Maester for over forty years, though his loyalties lie with
rather than the realm. His advanced age has slowed him down, and he often dozes off during small council meetings. He is thrown in the dungeons of the
, the , recalls Pycelle to his duties when it appeared the Citadel was going to replace him with Maester , formerly of .
There have been whispers that the maesters hold more more power and sway than they are ready to admit. Archmaester
suspects that they had a role in the demise of 's . Some consider most maesters to be categorically opposed to magic and its influence on .
Queen Regent
perceives Pycelle as a broken man after his imprisonment.
, the , sends
to train at the . Maester
dies en route. Archmaester
decides to travel to
to reach .
In spite of his past failings in court intrigue, Pycelle successfully seizes control of King
and the council after Cersei's arrest by the , offering Ser
the . As they attempt to fix Cersei's follies and mend the damages to the Lannister-Tyrell alliance that supports 's hold on the Iron Throne, Pycelle and Kevan are both assassinated by , the former .
Archmaester , Seneschal for the waning year, whose ring and rod and mask are electrum,
Archmaester , Seneschal for the coming year, whose ring and rod and mask are lead,
Archmaester , the healer, whose ring and rod and mask are silver,
Archmaester , called "Marwyn the Mage", whose ring and rod and mask are ,
Archmaester , the historian, whose ring and rod and mask are copper,
Archmaester , called "Vinegar Vaellyn", the stargazer, whose ring and rod and mask are bronze,
Archmaester , whose ring and rod and mask are yellow gold,
Archmaester , an old man of uncertain wit, whose ring and rod and mask are black iron,
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Grand Maester {}, served in King's Landing and on the small council for over forty years. Murdered during the reign of King Tommen I.
Maester {}, Maester of the
at , one of three living members of . Died of a chill after crossing by sea to the
in the company of his student, .
Maester {}, Maester at Dragonstone and advisor to . He drank from the cup of poison that was meant for Stannis's red priestess, . The poison did not affect Melisandre, but Cressen was killed.
Maester , personal maester to Jon Arryn while he was in King's Landing, currently living at the Eyrie.
Maester , a maester for the
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Maester , successor to Cressen at Dragonstone. Aided
in smuggling out , in order to spare him from being burned as a sacrifice by .
Maester , an uncle to , nearly chosen by the Citadel to become Grand Maester in replacement of Pycelle.
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Maester , originally of , in service at . Lord
does not trust him due to his Lannister blood.
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Maester , author of .
, advisor to Queen Cersei. Former maester stripped of his chain and title by the Citadel for conducting immoral research - vivisection and other experiments performed on living human subjects.
Acolyte , called "Lazy" Leo, a follower of Marwyn.
Acolyte , called "Armen the Acolyte" by his friends.
Acolyte , called "the Sphinx", also a follower of Marwyn
Novice , a brother of the
and student of Maester Aemon.
Novice {}, Archmaester Walgrave's assistant, killed and replaced by the . Some speculate that
was the Alchemist, and took up Pate's identity after killing him.
Grand Maester , who served
and his sons until being executed by .
Grand Maester , who served Maegor I until the king had him executed.
Grand Maester , who served .
Grand Maester , who served Viserys I.
Grand Maester , who held the office at the onset of the
Grand Maester , who was fed to a dragon by .
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Grand Maester , who briefly served Aegon V.
Grand Maester , who died after being named Grand Maester but before arriving in .
Grand Maester , whose biography exists in the library at
and whose harsh view on poisoners is referenced by Grand Maester Pycelle.
Grand Maester , who was executed for treason.
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Archmaester , who wrote the book
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There are some who call my order the
of the mind ... Have you ever thought that you might wear a maester's chain? There is no limit to what you might learn ... I can teach you history, healing, herblore. I can teach you the speech of , and how to build a castle, and the way a sailor steers his ship by the stars. I can teach you to measure the days and marks the seasons, and at the
they can teach you a thousand things more. But, Bran, no man can teach you .
If you do not have a maester, it is taken to mean that you are of little consequence.
Isn't it clever how the maesters go only by one name, even those who had two when they first arrived at the ? That way we cannot know who they truly are or where they come from.
- A viral marketing campaign for HBO's .
, , Bran VI.
, Maesters.
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, , Cersei IX.
, , Eddard IV.
, , Samwell V.
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: Hidden category:I’m a pedophile, but not a monster
I'm attracted to children but unwilling to act on it. Before judging me harshly, would you be willing to listen?
Life stories,
Pedophilia,
Sexual Perversion,
molestation,
Non-offending pedophiles,
Virtuous Pedophiles,
I was born without my right hand. As a child, this deformity quickly set me apart from my peers. In public I wore a prosthesis, an intimidating object to other youngsters because of its resemblance to a pirate’s hook.
Even so, I I felt inadequate without it. I was shy, uncoordinated and terrible at sports, all of which put me on the outs with other boys my age. But I was good at drawing and making up stories for my own entertainment, and I spent more and more time in my own head, being a space adventurer or monster wrangler or whatever character I could think up. These would ultimately prove to be useful skills, but for now they only served to further alienate me from other kids.
On top of it all, I still struggled with bladder control—likely due to my heaping pile of insecurities, to which this problem only added more—well into my elementary school years.
But none of this would compare to the final insult the universe would deal me.
I’ve been stuck with the most unfortunate of sexual orientations, a preference for a group of people who are legally, morally and psychologically unable to reciprocate my feelings and desires.
It’s a curse of the first order, a completely unworkable sexuality, and it’s mine.
Nice to meet you.
My name is Todd Nickerson, and I’m a pedophile.
Does that surprise you?
Yeah, not many of us are willing to share our story, for good reason.
To confess a sexual attraction to children is to lay claim to the most reviled status on the planet, one that effectively ends any chance you have of living a normal life.
Yet, I’m not the monster you think me to be.
I’ve never touched a child sexually in my life and never will, nor do I use child pornography.
But isn’t that the definition of a pedophile, you may ask, someone who molests kids?
Not really.
Although “pedophile” and “child molester” have often been used interchangeably in the media, and there is some overlap, at base, a pedophile is someone who’s sexually attracted to children. That’s it. There’s no inherent reason he must act on those desires with real children. Some pedophiles certainly do, but many of us don’t. Because the powerful taboo keeps us in hiding, it’s impossible to know how many non-offending pedophiles are out there, but signs indicate there are a lot of us, and too often we suffer in silence.
That’s why I decided to speak up.The Discovery of an Alternate Sexuality:Many gays begin to recognize their sexual preferences sometime around puberty, if not before.
For me it was the same.
I was about 12 when the first inklings of a sexual preference bubbled up in me, though at the time I thought little of it.
As I turned 13 it occurred to me that what I initially took as a phase had begun to solidify into something more troubling.
Even so, at this point I could still convince myself that I was within the realm of normalcy.
Then something happened that all but removed my ability to continue this self-denial: my Eureka Moment.
One day, as I was sketching in my grandparents’ living room, a neighbor of theirs came to visit with his seven-year-old daughter in tow.
At first I hadn’t noticed her because she was quiet.
I only heard my grandpa and his neighbor chatting in the kitchen while I sketched.
Soon the little girl walked into the dining room and stood at the archway entrance to the living room, watching me draw.
I can still see her today in my mind’s eye: dressed in blue jeans and a nearly matching denim jacket, with pristine blue eyes and a halo of wispy blond curls framing her face.
She seemed somehow larger than life and almost ancient in the way she stood so perfectly still.
Then, just like that, she and her father left.
That singular moment, though it could scarcely have lasted more than a few minutes, has become seared into my memory.He Touched Me:So how had this happened?
Well, I have a pretty good idea.
When I was seven years old, I was fondled in the front yard of my grandparents’ home by a man I barely knew.
It was a one-time event in my life and not a particularly traumatic one.
A man I’ll call Hans, a German who was acquainted with my uncle and aunt from when they lived in Nuremberg, had come to visit America.
He spent a day and a night at their place, and they lived next door to my family along with my grandparents, who shared their two-story brick house.
That day, the man lingered in the house with my grandma, who was stuck with him while everyone else had gone to work, and as neither could speak the other’s language, it quickly became uncomfortable for both.
Grammy’s solution was to send Hans outside with one of the grandkids.
As I happened to be in the room at the time, I was assigned the task.
“Take him out and show him Papa’s garden,” she told me.
“Tell him the names of the vegetables.
He’d probably enjoy that.”
Besides, even though I knew not a whit of German, I was very much at ease in Hans’s presence.
He was painfully thin, with a messy mop of hair and large glasses.
I should point out that the men in my life, including my father, were gruff blue-collar types who could intimidate me.
Hans was different: gentle, soft-spoken and appealingly awkward—a lot like me!
I took the man’s right hand with my left (my good hand) and led him out into the garden, which took up most of the front lawn at my grandparents’ place.
I escorted my new friend down the rows of veggies, calling out each one as we passed it, and Hans would gleefully parrot the names.
This went on until we made our way through the entire garden.
I was proud to find myself educating an adult rather than the other way around.
When the English lesson was over, Hans plopped himself down on a patch of earth near the garden and patted the spot next to him, indicating he wanted me to sit there.
I couldn’t believe this peculiar man I barely knew was so eager to connect with me, the weird little kid nobody liked.
It felt good.For long minutes we simply enjoyed each other’s company.
Then, out of the blue, Hans slipped a hand into my shorts, even though we were only about 30 feet from the poorly paved country road that meandered through this stretch of country.
This went on for several minutes.
I was confused but not frightened or troubled.
The only thing I could think to say while this was happening was “Peepee,” continuing the English lesson with my pet name for my genitalia even in the midst of my own abuse.
Hans chortled and repeated the word: “Peepee.”
Eventually this came to an end, and Hans, having gotten what he wanted, shooed me away.
I can’t imagine why it didn’t occur to him that I would imm maybe he knew and just didn’t care.
Anyway, he could hardly ask me not to, could he?
I raced back to Grammy and promptly informed her of what had happened.
She deliberated over what to do, in the end asking me to keep it a secret from everyone, including my parents, and ordering me to stay away from Hans.
No authorities were called, and life went on as usual.
Hans stayed that evening with my uncle and aunt and left the next day.
I never saw him again.Ultimate Causes:It’s easy to assume that pedophilia is always the result of some early sexualization or abuse, and certainly there seems to be a connection in some cases.
However, evidence suggests there’s no magic bullet that pedophilia can be traced back to.
For every pedophile who was sexually abused as a child there’s another who wasn’t.
Likewise, most abuse victims never manifest pedophilic desires.
Some researchers surmise that pedophilia can be traced back to genetics.
Others believe the cause is congenital, and still others that it’s environmental.
Personally, I think the ultimate cause is likely some combination of those, and that it varies from person to person.
Another issue is the role feelings of inadequacy play in forming our sexuality.
Pedophilia may not arise from such fears (otherwise there’d be a lot more pedophiles), but those fears can certainly reinforce it.
I think it’s safe to say that many pedophiles have deep-seated feelings of inferiority in one way or another, or at least we did when our sexuality was forming, and this becomes a downward spiral during puberty and beyond.
Anything can be the trigger of this: disabilities, weight issues, or just general feelings of unattractiveness to peers.
These feelings can be influential on one’s developing sexuality, such that even the severe cultural taboo is not enough to override it.
Indeed, the taboo itself can negatively influence these vulnerable children.I recall an event from when I was 11, sitting in the family jeep with my dad and his friend Andy when a news piece on the radio reported the sexual abuse of a girl, to which my dad said to his friend something like, “They should take people like that and place weights on top of their genitals until they smash.”
Pretty horrific imagery for an 11-year-old to process, and I couldn’t help but sympathize with the abuser.
After all, I could recall my own molestation perfectly, and I hardly felt it warranted that kind of response.
The bile has only multiplied since then, and I believe all that hatred just serves to reinforce pedophilia in youngsters predisposed to it.
It’s a form of cognitive bias called the Backfire Effect or polarization.
Everyone does this to some extent.
When challenged on deeply held beliefs, no matter how uncertain or incorrect they may be, we tend to dig in our heels.
With sexuality, that effect is likely magnified because there’s a physiological component, a drive every bit as powerful as belief.
In essence, your brain knows what it likes and isn’t going to take no for an answer.
For that reason, the nature or nurture question with respect to sexual preference is ultimately irrelevant—it becomes all but hardwired soon enough, until it’s all you know.
And it’s self-reinforcing, no matter how much you wish to dig it out.
Eventually it all tangles together with the rest of who you are.
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Getting Schooled:Things went along OK until I was two years away from graduating college.
I began to smoke pot, a drug I’d experimented with after high school but didn’t much care for then.
I didn’t like it the secon it made me anxious more often than not.
But I did it anyway, largely because many people I respected smoked it, and I wanted to be more like them.
I was trying desperately to reshape my identity before I was thrown out into the real world.
I’d even begun working out, lifting weights and exercising to get in better shape.
On the outside I might’ve seemed pretty normal, but on the inside I was screaming in terror at the prospect of having to “grow up” and be “normal”—which to me meant getting a real job, finding a girlfriend, eventually getting married and raising a family.
Oh, I wanted to be normal, believe me, yet I knew myself well enough to know I wouldn’t be able to carry that charade off for long, and every fiber of my being resisted the forced transformation.After graduation I fell into the deepest pit of despair imaginable, one that lasted several years, and I’ve only just begun to pull myself out of it.
You can’t experience that much blind terror and pain for that long without being seriously impacted by it.
I still worked out every other day, so I was hurting constantly, since depression saps your brain of the feel-good chemicals that help but I felt something, and that was better than the emotional numbness that had overtaken me.
Thus, my project to remake myself into a regular person a complete failure, I retreated inward like a kicked dog, often spending days on end in my bedroom.
At the nadir of my depression I was contemp some days I could think of little else.
I found some relief in opiates, which I had to obtain illegally because doctors won’t prescribe them for depression and anxiety.
The occasional hydrocodone gave me a moment of respite from the agony I was going through.
I’d tried antidepressants, but they were a joke.
In the midst of that dark era in my life, I discovered an unhealthy pedophile forum.
Nothing illegal was happening there, but many of its most influential members were pro-contacters, meaning they believed that sex with children was theoretically OK and supported the elimination of age of consent laws.
That forum still exists and I won’t name it here, but suffice it to say, I found myself taking up the same pro-contacter chants, if only to feel like I belonged somewhere.
At the time it was all that was available in terms of an actual pedophile community, and I had nothing left to lose by joining the cause, misguided though it was, and even decided to out myself on that forum.
Over the ensuing years, though, I was often at odds with the pro-contacters and flitted in and I wanted desperately to be friends with people who shared my sexual orientation, even if they held crazy beliefs, but I could never quite reconcile with their viewpoint.
Not long after I self-outed, a group of web vigilantes called Perverted Justice showed up.
You’ve pr they’re the people behind the now-defunct TV show “To Catch a Predator.”
I was no predator, but that mattered not on they lumped me together with the child rapists and internet creeps just the same.
As I was already out of the closet as a pedo, I was an easy target, becoming one of the first people they profiled on their Wikisposure page, a site devoted to outing online pedos whether they’d broken any laws or not.
It has since changed hands but still exists online, buried in a dark corner of the internet, and yep, I’m still on it.
Not that I much care anymore.
Perverted Justice had their day, but they eventually burned their own house down.
Back when they were in full effect, however, they managed to make my already miserable existence that much more miserable. After their expose came out, I was fired from my job at Lowe’s.But things are getting better.
These days I struggle with b it’s a constant uphill battle, and there are days I just don’t feel like making that climb.
I eke out a living (barely) on a freelance graphic design business, in a small town where too many people know who and what I am.
Now I have a bachelor’s degree in journalism that I’ve never used and I’m living well below the poverty line, existing on food stamps and the couple hundred dollars I manage to scrape together every month, sometimes augmented with financial help from my parents if the bills get too high.
I tried filing for disability over my arm and my emotional issues, but that was a no-go in my conservative Southern state.
This is what a law-abiding pedophile has been reduced to in this society.
At times I’ve wondered why I’ve even bothered to stay legal.
Maybe prison would be better, even at the risk of getting shanked as a Short Eyes.
At least then it would all be over with.
But alas, I could never hurt a child.
No matter what, some small part of me still holds out hope that things will go back to normal, or as close to normal as a celibate pedophile with little prospect of a future can get.
Besides, like I said earlier, I just couldn’t allow myself to foist this abomination onto another human being.
So I simply endured. Until …
VirPed!:I was still caught up in the same nonsense at the pro-contacter forum last year when Ethan Edwards started posting at the forum.
Actually he’d been there for a while.
I didn’t take much notice of him at first, but when I realized he was the constant target of the pro-contacters’ attacks, I sympathized with him and began to pay closer attention to his posts, realizing that he was an anti-contacter like me.
He was there to win over people who were either on the fence about the contact issue or didn’t agree with the pro-contacters’ position but had nowhere else to go to talk about their sexuality.
Until now.
Ethan and his friend Nick Devin founded
on the notion that pedos needed an alternative to those other forums, a place where they can feel comfortable and get the support they need without the pressure to support sketchy views about adult-child sex.
I really can’t praise this organization enough.
It’s been a lifesaver for me.
I still get depressed and anxious sometimes, but I’m improving.
I feel better about myself and a little more hopeful about my future these days.
I have other pedophiles in my life that I’m actually proud to call friends, people I would trust my children with if I had any, knowing they’d be safe there.
Many, like Ethan, have raised families of their own, or are still doing so.
A large number of them are quite young.
Despite the prevailing stereotype of the dirty old man, the average age of posters at VP hovers around mid-twenties.
I’m so glad that younger folks are flocking to Virtuous Pedophiles, where they can get the coaching and support that was not available to us older pedos at their age.
It’ll make all the difference as they settle into themselves and learn to accept who they are.
VirPed itself has become the go-to place for support for non-offending pedophiles and has been mentioned and endorsed everywhere from NPR, Salon and the Atlantic to the New York Times and Toronto Star.
As its popularity increases, so too does its effectiveness.
There are still holdouts, people who believe that pedophilic feelings should be crammed down into the most subterranean recesses of ourselves, never to be discussed in the open, but these folks are going the way of the dodo bird.
Anyway, we’ve tried that.
Take it from someone who has firsthand experience: it not only doesn’t work, it tends to make things far worse.
Please repeat this mantra to yourself: a repressed, unhappy pedophile is a pedophile at risk.
Those individuals who have the courage to come forward and lay claim to this affliction with the understanding that they only want to use their pedo powers for good should be commended, not hated and feared.
You can’t imagine how difficult it is to tell people you’re a pedophile, even a non-offending one, and even if those people are other pedos.
Truly, the very concept of a pedophile who neither molests nor wants to molest children is often anathema to people’s way of thinking.
The long-held belief that pedophiles are destined to abuse kids is a tough one to overcome, yet many of us get just as upset as—if not more upset than—non-pedophiles when we read accounts of sexual abuse, not only because we hate when one of the little people we love most suffers, but also because, whenever yet another pedophile is arrested, it reinforces the reigning paradigm of the pedo as ticking time bomb.For better or worse—mostly worse—we have this sexuality, and unlike with most sexualities, there is no ethical way we can fully actualize our sexual longings.
Our desires and feelings, if we are to remain upright, are doomed from the outset.
Indeed, whereas the majority of crimes can be bounced back from, society doesn’t extend a mulligan to molesters.
I understand why, but that doesn’t make the burden any lighter to bear, particularly for those of us who have minimal or no attraction to adults.
And for the pedos who are lucky enough to be able to form working relationships with adults, there are a new set of concerns: What if we have children?
Will I be a threat to them?
Can I ever share this fact with my spouse?
Can I ever love and want her as much as I do a child?
So, please, be understanding and supportive.
It’s really all we ask of you.
Treat us like people with a massive handicap we must overcome, not as a monster.
If we are going to make it in the world without offending, we need your help.
Listening to me was a start.
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