My fake condolences for the fake loss of your fake wife. What a fake tragedy.
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How beautiful is it to stay silent when someone expects you to be enraged with them. And how beautiful it is to laugh when someone thinks you are going to shed tears.
Going through the garden of remembering, I found something. A memory. A missing piece. A reality, once again, that I had merely forgotten the whole picture when in fact the truth had been before me all along.