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Hippie said he couldn't stay. Be back tomorrow -Love,Mom
Time to stop crying, time to get her act together and do something. Time to move beyond the pity party.
He moves like a dancer.
The phone rings. “Asshole,” she mutters. She picks it up. “Will you let me explain?” “No.” She hangs up.
It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.