every word i wish to say (in srpski) seems to be a single letter or affricative away from one which expresses a degree of intimacy to which i would never agree—much less aspire, verbally.
in my (purportedly) own language, when i am not too angry for speech, i have veered, once again, down the path of characteristically harsh honesty which has so often been my downfall; there are, as yet, no exceptions along it, as far as i can see.
i'd enact a swift and painless solution with some duct tape, would this not take out the bridge leading to my only viable resource.
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