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Sebastian knew a girl named Elsa. Sometimes he wondered if he had a bit of a crush on Elsa, but lately he had been starting to think more and more it was not so. Sebastian was increasingly irritated by Elsa's self-centredness. Every time he met her, she would burst into a monologue consisting of a flood of words about what had been happening in her life lately, not sparing Sebastian from any totally banal detail that he did not find at least a bit interesting. She talked and talked, and Sebastian never actually listened to half of it, just nodded his head to her as if interested. Never did she ask what was up with Sebastian, she would just keep babbling on and on about herself.
Sometimes he wanted to just speak his mind to her, but knowing Elsa he knew probably nothing good would come out of it. Sebastian knew she had her problems and Sebastian his own, and it was wisest not to mix them together. Maybe if she was prevented from her babbling, she would just explode (and she was not the first troubled woman Sebastian had known). Once again Sebastian had to follow the way of self-discipline and self-restraint, so he decided to keep his mouth shut and never to say anything to her. Once hurt, women would never forget.