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[ She plots down on the couch and takes a glass, trying to seem as not awkward as she possibly can. It takes a moment before she lets out a huff. ]

I dreamed a memory. You and a guy. Alexander. I'm...I owe you....[ why is this so stupidly awkward? ] Look, I'm sorry. [ Whether she's saying she's sorry for having seen that, or sorry that someone betrayed her in such a horrific way, or sorry for something else entirely is left up in the air. ]

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