Hi, Brookiera! Where's Daisy? Oh, she's in her bedroom. She says- what's that, Daisy? Oh, be right back, Brookiera. 

*few minutes later*

Ahem. Daisy wrote a letter that she wants me to read aloud to you because she's too upset too. Here it goes.

Dear Brookiera,

I saw this post earlier today and felt so ashamed. I am so sorry. I need to start realizing that people have a life outside the CB. Please don't leave the solo write, although I wouldn't blame you if you did. I was being nasty in the comments and heartily apologize. Can I make it up to you in any way? Again, so sorry. Please forgive me! I am so selfish and awful. I can't even face you right now. That's why I'm having Beth read you this letter. I hope you aren't too mad at me. But I understand if you are.

Signed, Daisy  

Daisy was really upset. Please forgive her, Brookiera. I'm going to go see if I can console her with Starbucks.  

Oh, sorry! Shoot. Didn't mean to make you upset.

I'm listening to Hamilton right now.

And, BTW, it's fine. Sorry for forgetting. 

No, no, NO! I'm sorry. You shouldn't be sorry. I've been very snappish lately and I wasn't thinking. I am sooo sorry, Brooke. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. But I won't blame you if you don't. 

I'm really, really sorry, and if there's anyhting I can do to make it up to you, please let me know.