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fourteenth, apr some time ago, somewhere in the road, i kicked the habit of smiling like a stone. after such disuse, my muscles ache if i feel the urge to pull my lips into that strenuous position. i believe this dilemma is oftentimes evoked for a wrong reason: when i need a disguise to obscure my true inner-situation from the occasional onlooker who might find it unpleasant. |