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[It clicks for him, then: the game, how she must have felt while watching, what she must have thought when he lost to his own arrogance.

Christ, he was an idiot.

Pressing his lips against the top of her head again, he stayed silent for a long while, running his hand over her arm.]

I'm sorry. [It was never enough, but it was just what was said. So after a moment he added,] What can I do?

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