I don't cry all that easily. I remember being on a date with a girl in high school (we went to see My Life with Michael Keaton and Nichole Kidman) and trying really hard to make myself cry towards the end. I thought somehow it would complete the image of a sensitive guy that I was trying so hard to project. It didn’t work. I cried for an hour straight when that same girl left town a year later, but we've all been hit with that brick in one form or another. And that happened in the privacy of my own bedroom.
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