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It's a third day since you haven't spoken to me.

I know you are upset, I can see it all over your face.

I know, it wasn't right for me to walk into your office without permission.

Two little kids sat on the sofa in your cabin.

"Myra what are you doing here?" You asked, your voice was hoarse.

"I- umm- i- uh."

"It's okay. Have a seat."

"What's wrong Louis?"

The twins cried when I spoke.

"My mother died that's what's wrong."