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Where a meltdown is awkward

March 22, 2008

A bookstore. A crowded bar. The hallway at school. That park that the tornado decimated as it careened through the center of town.

Before singing the National Anthem. The corner pizzeria. The down escalator. On the phone, when one’s boss is on the other end.

A press conference. A parking lot alongside the river. On the bus to work. One’s own back yard, when there are houseguests.

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