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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A watch that buzzes two minutes before you say something in anger you can't take back.
The real version
When you feel it rising, leave the room for two minutes.
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