The Lesser Evil
Sometimes, I disappear. I do it so suddenly, no-one notices until I'm gone, unreachable, cold. Each time, they protest - fully outraged that I might retreat for a second; enough time to construct the blank look, so you can say "he's being moody" without having to know the quiet truth.
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