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Sylvia wants to cry.
every day she thinks about it, dreams about it, and every day she holds out for tomorrow, the day that's always coming and never arrives.
Why? she'd love to tell you, but she just can't let herself, much the same way she won't cry.
It goes against gravity and everything, and has now become a physical impossibility.
No, Sylvia will not Cry today.