C84 How couldn't I?

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He didn't do it.

I stared at Ira, watching her dress up for the tournament, with a bristled heart.

"You don't have to do this, Ira," I said once again, knowing it was fruitless but trying nonetheless.

"We've gone through this," she said, finishing her shoelace. "I will be fine."

I knew she was going to be fine. As a matter of fact