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Maybe you’re fine. But, maybe you don’t believe that you’ll ever be fine again. You think that you’ve run out of fine, and of good. You haven’t. You know that. Not even you can convince yourself that you have a limit of happiness that you’ve spent out. The problem is convincing your little heart of it. The trick is to sit and wait it out like Viola is doing. It’s so dark. But it won’t be dark forever. Sit it out. Sit on a pile of presents and wait, as still as a mouse.