I didn't cry for eleven years. Then I did.
The last time I cried I was twenty-six, at my father's cremation. The next time was in a parking garage, over nothing at all.
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An earpiece that, right after you say "I'm fine," quietly prompts the second sentence. The true one.
The real version
Next time a friend asks how you are, give him the second sentence.
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