[There's the slightly scratchy sound of his hand rubbing at his helmet awkwardly.]
When my mom died people would tell my brother and I that they were sorry, and I always thought that was weird. Why were they apologising? It's not their fault. It's not anyone's fault.
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[There's the slightly scratchy sound of his hand rubbing at his helmet awkwardly.]
When my mom died people would tell my brother and I that they were sorry, and I always thought that was weird. Why were they apologising? It's not their fault. It's not anyone's fault.