a moral agent
The Doctor was so thunderstricken, that he pocketed the money without uttering a word.
The scribbles on the margins, the occasional date on the flyleaf, the faded bus ticket marking a page for a reason today mysterious, all try to remind me of who I was then.
Our manager has a very hands-on approach.
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