i was going
to cry. I
didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew
that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too
closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the
sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for
a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing
in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too
full
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