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Before he left, he turned around, his eyes full of misery. "I-its not fun...losing people close to you...Again, I'm sorry for yelling at you..."
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"I forgive you........"
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He sniffled again, hauling the cello back into the room and back onto the stage. How he did so by himself was a wonder to behold. He set it up again silently and began playing again, sticking to a softer tune, a rather slow one at that.