Bettering Oneself

We bumped one another in the mall.

“Well excuse me,” she pouted.

But I didn’t. Her tone, her look, and her behaviour were a sad excuse for civility, so I excused myself from the situation.

Satisfied, I proceeded to the next entry in my Word-Practice Dictionary: excycloduction would be harder.

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