Milquetoast (1937?)

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Susan bought me a book last weekend. It was about Trump, but from the perspective of a right-wing political fan. I don’t want to read it. But I considered doing enough research on its author in order to form an objective opinion about him. However, the last five minutes of my dream this morning, just before waking up to the day, involved listening to someone important (with a family relationship to someone else in my work environment) and deciding not to say anything at all.

So, there you have it: my final words were, “I’m making no comment.”