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His lips quivered as tears moistened his eyes. But maybe that was just my imagination.
No, I could have sworn I saw his lower lip quivering. And no mistaking, I heard his voice cracking just a bit.
It was all there: the suppression of grief, the futile effort to hold the emotions in check, the chin lowered to the chest. It was all exposed.
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