| Four Little Words | |
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Touching my tousled hair, someone told me, "I think you're beautiful," even though clouds of sleeplessness pressed against the cradles of my eyes and my head drifted dully over my coffee. Five hours later, over the static of my cellular phone, my mother's voice said, "Your grandfather is dead."
Funny how four different words can make or break a day.
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