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Glengrove, 2004
"Have we done something?" Eliza asked one morning.
"Done something?" Myfanwy echoed.
"Me and my brothers. You avoided us all day yesterday. If you dont want to be friends anymore, we'll leave you alone. Just.. please tell me why "
Myfanwy rushed to their side." It wasn't any of you. I.. needed to be alone yesterday."
"What happened?"
"I remembered this stupid ballet recital. My family were going to come. It was supposed to be yesterday."
"I'm sorry," they said.
"It's not your fault."
"What can I do to make it better?" they asked.
She touched their hand.
"Just be here."