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Coward?

Coward?

He sits there, trapped by his fear, his cowardice.
He's afraid to do anything that might draw attention to himself.
He's afraid to meet with his co-workers off hours.
He's afraid that he won't be able to bluff his way through all that guy talk.

He's afraid that he'll have a bad time.
He's afraid that he'll have a good time.

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