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conversations.value:  "I’m sorry, Claire. Your father and I have something that we simply cannot reschedule." Melia, Miss Claire’s mother, said with heartfelt disappointment.
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conversations.value:  "No! Father and Mother must stay with me! Today is my birthday!" Miss Claire, who had been looking forward to spending time with her parents after not seeing them in a while, was naturally upset.
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conversations.value:  "Claire, don’t give your mother trouble. This is our duty as nobles." Dole chided, but he was clearly upset, too.
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conversations.value:  "You always leave me alone… And now you won’t even come to my birthday…?" Miss Claire said, tears rolling down her face. The loneliness in her voice pulled on my heartstrings.
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conversations.value:  "I am so very sorry, Claire. I’ll make it up to you. That’s right! I’ll buy you anything you desire, Claire, anything at all. What would you like?" The look on Melia’s face suggested she thought she’d come up with an amazing idea, but I cringed internally.
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conversations.value:  "I don’t need a present! I hate you, Mother!" Miss Claire shouted. She turned on her heel and ran in the direction of her room.
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conversations.value:  "Claire…" Madam Melia watched her go with a sad look on her face, shoulders slumped.
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conversations.value:  "Claire will understand someday. An aristocrat’s duty takes precedence over everything, even family."
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conversations.value:  "I know, and yet…sometimes I wonder if she wouldn’t have been happier if she weren’t born a noble." Madam Melia said faintly. "Lene, please take care of Claire. Cheer her up, somehow."
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conversations.value:  "Yes, ma’am. Have a safe trip, Madam, Master." I said goodbye to them and headed to Miss Claire’s room. After knocking three times, I tried the handle. As I’d expected, it wasn’t locked. "Miss Claire?"
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conversations.value:  "My father and mother have left, haven’t they?" Her voice was full of loneliness. I wanted to run up to Miss Claire and hug her, but the difference in our statuses didn’t allow such a thing. Claire had been waiting with the door unlocked. She’d been hoping her parents would come after her. It was a childish, selfish thing to do, of course, but I understood how she felt.
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