The word filler is taboo in the excipient world.

She hadn't invited me to a party at her house since the third grade, and here she was, making out like we'd never stopped being friends.

Unloved, and uncaressed, her childhood unbrightened by the sunny mirth of that age, her girlhood a gloomy period of austere seclusion […]

Is Honor gone into his grave? Hath Faith become a caitiff knave, And Selfhood turned into a slave To work in Mammon’s cave, Fair Lady?