[She sighs softly before gazing up at Clay, her eyes not nearly as bright or happy as usual] I don't know ... there's just something about this time of year that kind of ... makes me sad.
I see... [he's sorry to hear it, even more so because he hates to have her in any way sad. Upset, he could handle, because it was easier to distract her, but this... He knew how sadness got to a person. It dragged you in...] I'm sorry, baby. [kissing the top of her head briefly, he turned her face to his] What can I do? Whatever you want to do today... we can.
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