Just shy of midnight she sobs into her pillow. Gut wrenching, heartbreaking soul-searing expulsions of unmitigated sadness.
Down the hall, behind a sterile and locked door he offers a handkerchief, white, unsullied, starched and ironed to perfection.
Fat lot of good it does to hold out a hand that she’ll never see. But it’s all he has. All he can risk, this offer of quiet condolence.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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By Ian Garrabrant
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
I’m not sure the exact circumstances that lead to this situation, but I think I can understand something of the man’s feelings. It’s not always easy to know how to comfort someone, especially if there’s any guilt involved. Her feelings are most straightforward. I think we can all understand great sadness.
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This one was brought on by a sappy movie.
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A sappy movie? Well, blogging inspiration can come from anywhere. 🙂
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Yes. When one has a fairly stable emotional disposition one must take inspiration from the world at large.
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That’s true. Wonder what’s on TV?
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😉
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Neat
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Thank you!
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