(She of the City)

I count the words: too many. I trim the passage.
I count the words: too few. I elaborate on a point.
The end result is a perfect description of a facet in a perfect number of words: one hundred.

It is a good number, not so many that the task becomes tedious, not so few that the description becomes abstract.
The number, one hundred brings to mind not only perfection, but a sense of equality. Each aspect is awarded a description and no description is longer than the next. Because although some actions may be unethical, we are all equal.

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