You Can Not Be Honest With Others, If You Are Not First Honest With Yourself.
You__e one mark on your record,_ Tamas said. __ou once punched a na-baron in the face. Broke his jaw. Tell me about that.__lem grimaced. __fficially, sir, I was pushing him out of the way of a runaway carriage. Saved his life. Half my company saw it.___ith your fist?___ye.___nd unofficially?___he man was a git. He shot my dog because it startled his horse.___nd if I ever have cause to shoot your dog?_____l punch you in the face.___air enough. You have the job.
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You__e one mark on your record,_ Tamas said. __ou once punched a na-baron in the face. Broke his jaw. Tell me about that.__lem grimaced. __fficially, sir, I was pushing him out of the way of a runaway carriage. Saved his life. Half my company saw it.___ith your fist?___ye.___nd unofficially?___he man was a git. He shot my dog because it startled his horse.___nd if I ever have cause to shoot your dog?_____l punch you in the face.___air enough. You have the job.
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