It's bad. I mean, bad. Like, bad bad. It's really bad.
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Then, one day short of one year to the day, my son was born, and I started to laugh and feel happy again. The pain hadn't gone away, but I gradually began to have more days where I laughed and felt happy than days when I didn't.
I fed it a page of text, trying to confound it, but it found hidden faces in the words. Faces that strain against the page. I think I've found something I could fear for the rest of my life.