For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.
For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.
The young woman was crying, in the way that grownups cry, keeping it inside as much as they can, and hating it when it still pushes out at the edges, making them ugly and funny-looking on the way.
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