Best friends in school. They sat together. It had been years since they'd even seen each other. But today, just seeing her let it all out. Nothing else had worked. Today, they cried. Together. Again.
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why must they cry... they have a lot of catching up to do... they shouldnt waste time crying... why must a reunion involve tears?
It's not a reunion. You have to figure out why they're crying. There's a very subtle hint there.
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Talk, my friend. Now that you've read this section, the urge to speak has increased. I know. It's all right. It happens...
Stop fighting it. Talk.