Fat tears rolled down her cheeks, dragging narrow lines of mascara as they slid down. She dabbed them with her napkin, resolutely not looking at the man kneeling next to her. With a shaking hand she took a sip of wine and put the glass back down again, nearly spilling it as she did. She moved the glass slightly, aligning it with her empty plate, in a nervous tic-like gesture...
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