Apr 9, 2018
I am crying.
Two seconds ago, I was a middle-aged man planning his day over an Americano.
Then, I get a text from my cousin.
I am not crying quiet – dignified-like.
My nose is running and I am thanking god the bill is already paid.
On the way to the car, I compose myself.
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