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“And about anxiety… maybe I could help you. I could, you know, share some tips. Stuff that I learned to help keep it under control.”
“That would be nice.”
“I’m sorry I was such a… you know what.” She ducked her head.
“Let’s just forget about it.”
Lia peeked up at me through her bangs. “I don’t know. Everyone knows what I said about you.”
“Yeah, but things are… good now… Right?”
She paused for a moment. “If they are with you...”
“They are,” I quickly said.
A slight chortle left her lips. I laughed out loud. Finally, the tension broke.
“Good,” she sighed. “Good.”
