t,' adding politelycareful, 'I'm so sorry,' and wondering how much more shewas going to be asked to endure. She didn't seem to bewaking up; and she couldn't have dreamt this, she didn'tknow about it. He led her towards the service doors, pushed herthrough them. 'Sorry for my part in it.
Do you think it is?A comfort to me? Don't you think I feel the same misery,the same guilt? About what I have done to you? Askyourself that question, Octavia, see if it helps. Of course. ''No, it's cool. I do assure you I am keeping a very open mind on thesubject.
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