I look at you and see that half smile the right side of your mouth curled up. That's your fake smile. When you see my disappointment you put in some teeth but you still can't muster up enough joy to lift the left side. So my eyebrows furrow and my smile weekends. That's my fake smile. You see it and I straighten my eye brows. The right side of your mouth lifts. We look away to avoid the disappointment in each other's eyes.
When did we start this game?
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