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  • Yesterday she visited me and I wanted her to know what happened in the past week. I could not bring myself to tell her. She is beautifully understanding, but I simply could not tell her about my sadness and confusion. She has endured much worse in her lifetime.
    She was five minutes away. I knew I would tie my own tongue when she arrived, so I decided to hint nonverbally. Broken and confused, I climbed the stairs to my bathroom and looked for something, anything. I found some tweezers that were pretty sharp. I ran them across my skin to feel the two little points. I easily pushed them into my wrist and dragged the tweezers from right to left, barely breaking the skin. It turned red, but it did not bleed. Visible but temporary, the red frown on my wrist craved a companion, or two, or three. It ended up with four.
    She arrived, we spoke, we laughed, we hugged, but she never noticed the four subtle cries for attention I had so confusedly placed upon my wrist.
    This was Sunday.
    Today is Monday, and the frowns have already vanished. Apparently tweezer frowns do not live very long.
    I wish the frown on my face was made by tweezers.
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