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The Breakdown It seemed ordinary enough, she stood in line with the rest of us waiting for her sandwich. She seemed a little nervous, she twitched a bit now and then, but nothing too strange in that. Yet something happened on the way back to her car, she dropped her sandwich and the other things she carried and began to scream, right there in the street. No one was hurting her, nothing seemed physically wrong. She just stood and screamed, as if, in an instant, every horrible thing ever imagined had come true. As if she were seeing all things never meant to be seen. It went on and on, her screaming, the sound of it suddenly eternal. We could only stand and stare, struck with a kind of fearsome awe, and, on some level almost unmentionable, a kind of understanding. |