
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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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.

A watch that buzzes two minutes before you say something in anger you can't take back.

An earpiece that, right after you say "I'm fine," quietly prompts the second sentence. The true one.

For the thoughts that only show up when the house is dark and everyone else is asleep.
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