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"You should," she said with a forwardness better left in her by a parent, only to grasp how inappropriate it sounded. “I mean, you should try it at least,” seemed a fair correction, but did little to quell the sense that she could have been walking on eggshells.

Maybe she was, for all she knew.

The newfound sense of hope overrode the miserable notion.

She pressed on, clutching it with a found surge of energy and a smile.

“So in the meantime, I‌ can help you with things here and you can be nicer to yourself. Does that seem fair?”