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he said "why do you make yourself unhappy, dear," in a distant unattached tone, adjusting the spectacles that had slid down the bridge of his nose. "the rest of the world is doing just fine while you sit whimpering about nonsensical sadness." I bit my lip and looked back down at my hands, picking at the fragment of skin hanging from one cuticle. From his disapproving, arrogant expression, clearly today was not the day.