I went to pick up the mug, when it slipped from my hand and smashed on the vinyl tiles beneath me.
I stared at the softly rocking shards of ceramic and remembered hearing of plenty of camel backs broken with many more straws. So many people end up in a spiral of depression, or worse, triggered by a tiny problem.
But I quickly tried to think of the phrase of the opposite, the thin edge of the wedge? The capstone?
Because I tell you what, I've hated that mug for so long, this feels like the start of something good.
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