[They were friends. She remembered, still... Telling him that if they'd left, maybe they hadn't been friends. But if they had cared; had truly liked him -- assuming this story was about him; she didn't want to jump to conclusions... But if they had...
Gosh, what must he have done?]
What changed?
[There's trepidation in her voice. She doesn't feel like he's capable of having done anything that would change her opinion of him, but... What if? She doesn't want to think less of him. She really doesn't.]
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Gosh, what must he have done?]
What changed?
[There's trepidation in her voice. She doesn't feel like he's capable of having done anything that would change her opinion of him, but... What if? She doesn't want to think less of him. She really doesn't.]