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Green Tea The room is quiet as I stare at my teacup. Soft dog snores punctuating the swirl of the ceiling fan as it spins, gently pushing the small green banner that hangs out of my cup. My stomach turns as I think of the questions that lie unanswered, hard to touch, in the corner of my mind. What if I leave so suddenly that everyone is left shocked in the wake? Will my memory linger and the pain settle so deeply that others lie awake staring intensely into soothing cups of green tea, hoping to nurse away the questions. Why did you go so soon?