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Ten…nine… They're counting down, joining around a crammed sofa, hands wound together tightly. Eight… The numbers fall from their lips like weighted tears from broken hearts, and ricochet off the food strewn table and the tense air. It's wound so tightly and compact like a slinky between a small child's delicate hands, it could erupt any second. Seven…six… Leaning forward, closer to the glossy screen with anticipation, their toes curling and entwined fingers twitching. The suspense is killing them more than any Bigmac or French fries could ever, and their air supply is dwindling as fast as a spinner's spindle'

    Angel tears hurt more than you think. They burn away all your flesh, leaving your heart exposed to life. You're exposed to grief, exposed to pain, and exposed to burning hate.     It shrinks your heart until it's gone, and leaves a poison within. Slowly, it eats you away, giving nothing but pain, then spreads to others.     Others you love, others you live with. Then it destroys you and all you know. So please do everyone a favor, and keep the angels happy.