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    By Ashley Wu, 10
His eyes stared emptily into the coffee cup. The blue in them had long ago been sunken and saddened away from the sky color they once were. He'd been like this for ten minutes at the least. It was four in the morning, long before his wife would be awake. There was a time when he'd hated coffee. That was a long time ago, a different life, it seemed. Hell, he still hated coffee but he forced himself to drink it because he was hanging onto the same illusion. The illusion that maybe if he pretended to love her long enough, he would. If he pretended to enjoy these things, he would. His grip on the cup increases until the Styrofoam cracks and coffee comes seeping out from the holes. He doesn't bother to clean the mess up.