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7 Crying Man with Broom He’s on his way to his third job of the day, cleaning out the overheated storeroom. Forced to move, he’s just swept the muck of the previous tenant’s life from his cramped apartment. Perhaps it’s for the friend who’s finally dropped the crystal candy dish everyone but him mistakes for an ashtray, in need of more than yesterday’s newspaper to pick up the tiny pieces. Old and battered, it is the broom his youngest daughter jumped over on her wedding day; her daughter needs it now to make her leap. Or is it his own—marriage long since over—broom the only relic of his former life. And those aren’t tears but sweat you see coursing down his cheeks. He hasn’t cried in years. The broom? useless, an antique, he’s on his way to drop it in the trash. ...

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