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Stone would be the right material to use in a metaphor that reflects a quality of your face, but stone is way too soft.

Time is something valuable, I'm being forced to hear you, and I'm suffering immensely because you're making a loss of something I will never take back and reuse.

How in the world can you make someone define something he never before knew in the first place?!

Respect yourself!

Nonsense, pasive aggressive behavior and manipulation of every piece of information that gets to your ears is what characterizes your actions when undertaking the enormous responsibility that your profession carries.

I don't want to endure this unbearable situation, but I  need to stay. I can't leave again, but... will I be able to change something?