I wish that when I read a really good book, I would be able to cry. And cry. And cry. Guys can cry. I do cry sometimes during the parts in books that make you want to. Or just because you want to cry. Usually the parts are so beautiful, terrible, saddening. But I don't run around my house spewing tears all over the place. Though sometimes I wish I could.
~another musing of the ill-informed~
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