My girl, groaning pitifully: "I'm siiiiiiiiiick."
Me: "I know how you feel, but try to do something. It will make you feel better to be active. Here --" I hand her a tissue from her pile.
My girl: "Thanks -- you're brave!"
Me: "Why?"
My girl: "You touched my tissue. You're brave."
Me, laughing: "Thanks."
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