! Silent About That Night Comments

Sorry, Lenshen; I'm budded from that other rose; that smells as sweet, they say.. that country stock pushed off their land into the mills - and to this day they bear a grudge deep in their souls - a sharp sense of historical injustice; warm hearts; but edgy folks... not like those neighbour tikes who stand so firm on their own land as if they owned it.. do you wonder that we hate you so like only neighbours can?

Is that a Tike Accent I hear there?