State your name please!
“My name is Betty,” she said. - - - - - - - - In an one instant it was obvious that her task at hand would not be easy. She had absolutely, absolutely no means to control this. It was always the same for her. She had to do what she had to . . . "Don’t speak for me! Don’t you understand?" This was it seemed, the only way she could communicate and she would communicate! "My name is Betty, I can speak for myself and you, you speak for yourself, not for me! Is that clear!" There was a strange silence that evening. The air was clear with a peculiar fragrance attached and she listened.
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