“I take it that was your mom?” Alex said as she stepped into the room. Marissa looked up from staring at the floor, having not noticed Alex standing there earlier.
“How’d you guess?” Marissa said as she went back to staring at the floor. Alex just shrugged and grabbed the broom that was leaning against the wall. She began to sweep up the broken glass when Marissa quickly got out of her seat to help her.
“Here, it’s my fault, I’ll do it.” Marissa said as she grabbed the dustpan from behind the door.
“No it’s okay, I got it and besides from what I just heard, it sounds like...
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