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When my father cries, he sticks his lip out like a kid, his jaw shaking, his eyes red.

He cries when a truth is told:

Someone’s leaving, the end is near, or a fault is exposed,

Guilty

Ugly.

Norman walked briskly through the terminal, gripping his briefcase with white knuckles. The importance of oneself, Norman thought, was defined by the limitations of one’s vision of themselves.