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Crying Again

The day started with her dog jumping on her stomach. Brownie licked her face and she pushed him away with one hand, wiping his sticky spit off her cheeks with the other. She wiped, then wiped again, then realized she wasn't just wiping spit. There were tears. Letitia was crying again. She sighed, exasperated with herself. It was too early in the morning for this! She looked over at her clock, and it read 7:16 AM.
Letitia rolled out of bed. She walked to the kitchen, sniffling, and started making herself some coffee. She went about her morning ritual: pet and feed the animals, brush her teeth, take a shower. Everything was normal. However, Letitia was still gently sobbing. As she looked in the mirror to apply her makeup, she wondered how she could possibly put on mascara while water leaked out of her eyes. More importantly, though, why was she still crying?
Letitia had always had a gift (or curse, actually, in many situations) of being extremely sensitive to the emotions of others. When she was with her friends, having fun, she would be overjoyed. But when anyone shared their sorrows or anxieties, Letitia would feel their emotions deeply, and start to tear up. Or blow up. Basically, she would take any mood to the extreme. It's not like it was Letitia's idea of fun to cry more than anyone else she knew. She just couldn't help it. The pain and regret of others could just be so overwhelming.
Normally, though, Letitia's tears would dry after a while. It was strange even for her to cry for a full hour without ceasing. Letitia's fears started growing. Why was she sensing so much sadness? Could something have happened to Pointe Place? Had Coco gone missing? Did someone lose their job?
Letitia's questions were not to last long though. As she walked to her car to go to work, she saw a crowd of people, with at least four in police uniforms. She stared at the group, and one person broke away to walk towards her. It was her friend Cece, the owner of the karaoke bar.
"Cece, what's going on?"
"I don't want you to break down right now, Letitia."
"Please don't baby me. I'll be fine. Will you just tell me what's happening?"
"It's Mr. Evans. He's..."
Then I saw through a gap in the huddle of my neighbors. There was a body laying on the ground. Mr. Evans was dead.

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