Cloaking
    I whispered at John while entering, âNaaawww, punk bitch, I didnât say a damn thing,â
    The woman asked, âWhat was dat, son?â
     âOh, I was just asking if youâd like me to carry these bags to your apartment for you, maâam,â I said.
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