The answer
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The Answer I was walking on a trail near my house when I found the answer–or, at least, an answer. It was packaged in a square paperback book lying on a park bench, as if waiting for the right person to sit down next to it. Maybe that person was me. At any rate, I picked it up and flipped through the pages, almost expecting some words to jump out and scramble together to make sense. Then, I noticed the title: The Boon of Tears . Well, that was certainly a strange name for a book. I considered tucking it under my arm to take home, but from the ominous look of the cover I thought again. It was all black except for some triangles representing the folds of a priest's stole, and from the blurb on the back I learned it was a murder mystery. Not what I was looking for in the woods. However, since I was searching for an answer after an argument, it dawned on me that this small alcove facing a large oak tree was exactly what I had been looking for. It was welcoming me, inviting me int