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Three Hot Tears jaw clenching and tightens like a spring wound too tight electricity digs and burns at the teeth working up to tear and scrape at the eye a twitch and flicker heat and fire vision blurred tightness in the throat and chest breath uneasy, panicked trying to force cool sweet air upon raising emotions in deep slow breaths finally, slow down, relax except for three hot tears creeping down tightened cheeks, rock hard jaw locked teeth well David Patric you've left me here alone . . . thirty years of friendship ends and all I've got to give three lousy tears on a drive to Palmdale to pick up my child
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