“Sorry,” she muttered, embarrassed, “I’ll get a cloth.”
I didn’t say anything. Now I feel annoyed with myself, I should have said it was ok, smiled at her. Actually I was just shocked by her apology. How could she say “sorry” to me? I was the one who should apologize.
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