fifty-one

Izzy looked surprised. She looked almost upset. “But I just…”

“I know. I’m sorry. I think you’re just better at this than me.”

“You have to try.”

“I am. But I’m not thinking of anything.”

“Even after I…”

“Was so rude to me? Nope. I’m sorry.”

Izzy seemed a little upset.

“I’m sorry,” Emma said, concerned. “I really am. But I honestly can’t think of anything to say about you. I mean, I hardly know you, do I? So how could I, really?”

“I came up with something about you.”

“I know.  But you’re better at it, like I said.  You probably just understand people better.”

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