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Dignity is as real as God.
When he wandered into my office, I could see plainly that Martin was going to dissolve into a puddle of nearly bankrupt goop, but I was powerless to either prop up his dignity or slow his dissolution, and it made us both very sad.
“You see,” he began, “it’s the duck in this story who has the dignity, rather the human being who’s requesting the pleasure of the duck’s company behind the elm tree, because I think it goes without saying that no self-respecting duck would ever be caught dead engaging in such reprehensible behavior with anyone from Minnesota or, for that matter, any state with such a large contingent of people with Nordic ancestry.”
Belinda toweled herself off with Dexter’s dignity.
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