[She's quiet, looking out at the landscape. Such a quiet night. ... And as usual, wasn't he right, about everything?]
... I am sorry, Albert. [And she sounds it, even if it feels like such a useless thing to say. If he thought less of her now, why should that even have been so important? It was foolish - but it was true, for quite a while now.]
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... I am sorry, Albert. [And she sounds it, even if it feels like such a useless thing to say. If he thought less of her now, why should that even have been so important? It was foolish - but it was true, for quite a while now.]