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She smiled wistfully. “No, of course not. I beg your pardon.” Deliberately, she put some space between them. “I understand if you need to leave now. But you’re welcome to stay.”
“Really, I wouldn’t want to leave you alone so suddenly..I’m really sorry.” He tried a small smile.
“Don’t be. I expected it. Can you … tell me about that person?” She was hugging her knees to her chest, defensive, and couldn’t seem to stop. But at least she still had control of her voice.