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"𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.. 𝑁𝑜. 𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒." - 𝑀

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"꒐ ꉔꋬꋊ ꇙꋬ꒦ꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂꂵ. ꅐꏂ ꉔꋬꋊ ꇙꋬ꒦ꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂꂵ"

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[Without text + progress shots under cut]

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- doodles and sketches from yesterday because I was really cooking lmao there's some lore stuff and others are just silly stuff

-and yes... It's all James, Engie, and Actor 😭

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- I've been having a lot of fun yapping with a moot about James so now I'm drawing him a lot lmao

-he's got some new additions to his lore, especially during his DA days and post WKM. Though some were already ideas that were forming or parts of his character I just haven't mentioned on here because well I forgot lmao

-Like bet you didn't know James is short for Jameson or that he has a PHD in physics, science, and mathematics and would have been a college professor but he went into training to become a captain instead

-or maybe you already did, who knows

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-sketches from today and yesterday because I be cooking, I also have another drawing of James I'm working on but it's a surprise for y'all (especially since you guys seem to like enjoying him in glasses... I mean what)

-also I plan to finish the Actor ones at some point, especially because they are both somewhat lore wise for Shatteraction (James & Actor)

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-Sighs... The thoughts I'm having with James and Actor Marc.. I love their tragic but toxic doomed yaoi. And the fact that it bleeds into my captaineer as lasting affects on James UGH they need to die

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Log # Unknown 2 (short writing, James POV)

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"𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛."

"𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒. 𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘, 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑣𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑. 𝑁𝑜𝑤.. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙."

"𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑧𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚. 𝑆𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛."

"𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒..𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚, 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒...ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑠.."

"𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡.."

"𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒...𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡.."

"𝐼𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑦.. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑌𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠..𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙.. 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠, 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚."

"𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑠. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛... 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑠. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐. 𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔."

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒."

"𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐴 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑒, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛...ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒."

"𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔...𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡. 𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡...ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚."

"𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘, 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑒."

"𝐼𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑒...𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒."

"𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒. "

"...𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑛..."

"𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝, 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 '𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑠'.."

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[W/O text version + progress shots under the cut]

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[James POV, journal log book entry]

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"𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 #...? "

"𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦, 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒; 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦ℎ𝑜𝑤. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠? 𝐴 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ? 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑑. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.."

"𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢?"

"𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒, ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑖𝑡? 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ, ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑏 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝'𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑖𝑙, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔. 𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝 𝑖𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑡. 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦."

" 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦."

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟..𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦. "

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑚.."

"𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡...𝐼'𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦."

"𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛."

"𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛."

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