To favor you, my friend, I break a rule, a habit of a lifetime, really. It will probably mean my death. You may hate me afterward, I understand. I’m not sure which would be worse; ignorance may be bliss, but not for you, I fear. You would be more harmed, I’m guessing, if I don’t tell you. You’ll be hurt either way. It’s a choice between two evils, but you would never be satisfied if I just disappeared. You might even come looking for me. You’re smart. Maybe you’d even find me. Maybe you’ll track me down all the same.
My Friend
Tale Told 