[ A staccato of sentimentality plays in her heart. She taps the bar one more time before the hand curls into a ball and she brings it up to her chest. It's painful. It's so painful.
But her smile is warm. ]
I'm sorry to be such trouble that you're worrying for me that much.
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But her smile is warm. ]
I'm sorry to be such trouble that you're worrying for me that much.