"She stares a lot and looks unhappy. When we're talking, it's as if she's always somewhere else in her mind. And I really think she is somewhere else."
"What would you like?"
"That everything was over. I hurt a lot of people with it. I wish it would stop, but I can't do it."
"Do you blame yourself for that?"
"Yes. I think you can say it's my fault. That's why I try to act cheerful, so people won't worry about me."
"It wouldn't be good either, itf they didn't worry, would it? Right?"
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