"Don't cry," She told me. "Crying won't fix anything. It's all in your head. You just have to toughen up a bit."
"That's the worst advice I've ever heard," I replied bitterly.
"Don't be so sensitive."
"I can't help it," I choked.
"Learn to help it. Life's not fair kiddo. And you don't even know how good you've got it."
I resisted the temptation to smash a nearby book across her foot. In imagination I relished the satisfaction such an action would bring, but in reality I only grimaced and rose to my feet, ready to spit fire. I swallowed it back, and settled.
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