My daughter, S., phoned to tell me about the dance this weekend
in Ostuma. All the youth in her canton are going. Fatima,
her high school friend, has a new dress. Her co-worker
from the Peace Corps has a Salvadorian boyfriend
who decided to set S. up on a date.
But I prefer to go solo, my daughter explained.
On no, this man assured her, don't worry. This guy is rich.
He owns 1,000 cows.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it
will break.
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― William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
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