[ The dishes are done and two cups of tea is sitting at the kitchen table. Hitomi's pacing, her fingers locked in knots in front of her. She stops at Sachiko's appearance in the kitchen, trying to smile -- and finding that she can't fully commit to it.
All she can do is blurt out the first thought that enters her head. ]
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All she can do is blurt out the first thought that enters her head. ]
I made tea.