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THE STICK...

The master took his stick and swatted the student across the head.
"Why did you hit me, O Venerable One?"
"Because you aren't listening," replied the master.
He took his stick and swatted the student a second time.
"Why did you hit me again, O Venerable One?"
"Because you are not listening," repeated the master.
He took his stick and swatted the student yet a third time.
The student said nothing.
The master placed his stick against a wall and the lesson continued.

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