The Angle

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"Her mascara was running. She was sure of it.. She could feel the tears and knew they were heavier than normal. The tickled a little more than usual as they made their rolling way toward her chin. One poised itself and dived into her lukewarm egg drop soup. It executed a perfect swan dive, barely making a splash. She could see the mascara spreading in tendrils like a half-forgotten nightmare. She imagined the droplet spreading like a storm cloud, the egg looking like lightning; her small sob, like thunder. Only Sandra could hear the thunder. Sandra and the small Asian woman who refilled the hot tea."

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