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The gardener was a man who had never known anything else in his life. He was raised on the manor by his father who was the gardener for a very long time before he was born. He had never knew his mother, but people had told him that she was a wonderful person. The gardener had no idea what he would do now that the manor was being sold and all of the workers were being laid off.
The council looked down on her. She was careful to hold a straight face, but she was scared. She knew they were judging her harshly and she had absolutely no idea what the outcome could possibly be. She only knew that she had done what was right, despite what the law was. She had saved her little sister, the only person who had ever mattered to her. But she had broken the strictest of laws in doing so.
He was direct. Always. He never beat around the bush, and he never filtered his words. Honest and direct isn't always the best course of action however. Sometimes things need to be spoken softly. If that's the case, he certainly isn't the man for the job. I've seen him tell people the most horrible things without even looking like he felt bad. Sometimes, I wondered if he was a machine, I mean, how else could he always be so direct?
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