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"I understand the feeling." Violetta clears the plates of those that have already finished, setting them by the sink for washing. Her fingers shake, letting one of the glasses slip through her fingers. She hisses, diving to catch it, but it's too late. The glass shatters on the floor, and Violetta blushes. 

Her hands are acting up again, it seems.

"I'm sorry... watch out for the glass, Mrs. Claus, I'm going to get a broom."