“You keep apologizing for everything you say. You’ve said ‘sorry’ at least ten times in the last hour. You haven’t done anything wrong, so you don’t have anything to apologize for.” I’m embarrassed by his words, but his eyes are so kind and his voice doesn’t hold even a sliver of annoyance or judgment. “I’m sorry…” I say again reflexively. “See! I don’t know why I do that.” I smooth a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “I can guess, but I won’t. Just know that you shouldn’t have to,” he states simply.
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