But, why wasn't she crying with them? Not one tear had she shed that day, and suddenly she was wondering if there was something wrong with her. It wasn't that she wasn't sad or didn't care. It wasn't that at all. Still, she must come off so cold and unfeeling. Bowing her head, she squeezed her hazel eyes shut tight, so tight that her head began to ache. Then, she dug a balled fist slowly and gently into each. When she opened them and lifted her head again, she found with great satisfaction that her eyes had begun to water. Every few seconds she would pop open her lids, then squeeze them shut again, until she had legitimate, salty drops at the corners.

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