O shame, where is thy blush?

Shame’s been trying out some new responses. She’s been at it for years and the same old routine has gotten a little old. You know, head hanging, face and ears red, sometimes even the chest, the foot kicking at the floor.
“I’m tired of doing the same old thing!” shouts Shame. “How about ebullient shame? Effervescent shame? Can’t we celebrate me for a change? People are always trying to banish me, get rid of me. It seems like the only time someone wants to see me is in some one else’s face. They search the other person – “Oh, don’t you feel shame? Come on – blush, hang your head, something!” – but no one has Shame Pride. Shame Appreciation. I declare today Shame Appreciation Day and no one will blush or shuffle their feet today!”

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