"Put it down!" I screamed silently. My despair ricocheting off her deaf drums like ripples bouncing back from the edges of the surface.A tear forms, but I grip it tightly and squeeze the moxie back inside where it can dwell in wrinkled abandon another night or two while I scavenge the wreckage for any salvageable debris to shift into my next masterful design at prolonging the inevitable
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