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conversations.value:  Protests broke out in the Royal Capital only days after the provisional government announced they would be raising taxes. I opened my dorm room window and looked out to see angry commoners marching down the capital’s main thoroughfare with placards raised. “Of course it came to this…” I sighed. Most of the kingdom’s crops had been ruined by the eruption. Merchants bought up all the food on the markets, causing prices to rise exponentially. Life had already been hard for the common man, and it was only going to get worse. It was no wonder they were taking to the streets. “Will the rationing be enough?” I wondered out loud. Acting on Rae’s suggestion, and with Yu’s help, we’d been distributing rations and free meals to the needy. I’d received many words of gratitude from the commoners, but an equal share of hurtful words too. A major reason for their suffering was the very provisional government my father led, after all.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “I don’t know, but let’s do what we can anyway.” Rae consoled. “I’m sure things will work out. And if they don’t…at the very least, we should make it so we can look back and say we tried our best.”
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conversations.value:  “You can be so hopelessly optimistic sometimes, Rae…” I closed the window and sat down. Rae began making me tea. I didn’t have it in me to be as optimistic about the future as she was.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “And you’re too pessimistic at times. Looks like we balance each other out perfectly.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
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conversations.value:  “…Perhaps so.” I had to admit she was right about me being a pessimist. I often demanded perfectionism, but at the same time, I knew all too well where I fell short. My disappointment with my own performance had sapped me to the point where that pessimism was deeply rooted in me. There was always a voice within me telling me not to even bother trying because failure was guaranteed. But Rae was different. She saw things for how they were and accepted that. For better or worse, she always kept her frivolous attitude. She never overestimated things, but she never belittled them either. Perhaps it was that power that allowed her to accept someone as hopeless as me?
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, are you thinking yourself into a negative spiral again? Your brow is creased with worry.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
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conversations.value:  “…Nothing ever gets past you, does it?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “Only when it comes to you. Now, have some tea and relax.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
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conversations.value:  “I shall.” I picked up the teacup and inhaled its sweet fragrance. “What a lovely smell.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “It’s chamomile. It has a calming effect.” Serving such luxurious tea in the current economic climate would seem galling to most, but I knew this was actually something Rae had cultivated herself.
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