And then she said to him, "Sweet man of mine, there is a time to hold your tongue and a time to speak your mind. Do you know which this moment happens to be?", as she leaned against the window sill.
He turned with a small smirk and whispered, "To a woman, you always speak the truth. For to her, silence is a mark of betrayal. A woman's mind makes believe your silence proves you guilty."
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