She says, What a mess.
You can say that again, he says.
She says, It’s all my fault.
No, it’s okay, he says.
It’s not.
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Later, he says, You know what. It was my fault. I’m sorry, he says.
He hangs his head and leaves the room.
Ten minutes later, she finds him. She’s angry.
What? he says.
You, she says. You always take everything. Even the blame.