The Apologetic Theory || H.S.
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- Partes 3
The human mind is infinitely intriguing. Why is it that we apologize for every little thing? If someone bumps into us, we instinctively apologize. Why do people feel remorse for every problem, even if they didn't create it? Maybe it's to make up for something wrong we've done. Maybe we can never truly recover from causing embarrassment or sadness to another person. Maybe people just feel too much.
In which a girl who can't stop apologizing meets a boy who has witnessed her crime.
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