There were two days that I didn’t smile. Never. Not one
grin, not once did I show all 32. I didn’t smirk, I didn’t even laugh. As a
matter of fact, I didn’t watch television, listen to music and had no contact
with the outside world. I was half past 30 and still smarting from the loss of
my great-grandparents and the fact that Valentine’s Day was a few days away
illuminated many of my fractured relationships. I was a broken man with three
types of vodka, a bucket of fried chicken and a couple of grape sodas.
Yeah, I almost lost my smile. 
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