Sorry

"I am sorry Kaitlin, what else do you want me to say?" Celia asked, following her friend. "You just said, keep in mind in front of David,'Of course I talk like an idiot, how else would you understand me ?' " "Look, David laughed, so what?" Celia said shrugging.

"Now I look like an idiot! What am I going to do now? It's not my fault you failed the test."
"Hey ! I may have gotten a bad grade, but at least I don't need a guy."
"I don't need him."
"Oh sorry, you, 'want' him. How is that any better?"
"It's better then failing my classes."
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize direct objects were going to be in my interview for a job."
"They-"
Celia interrupted her, and started talking with a southern accent.
"'Mam' please use a direct object in a sentence." Celia looked at Kaitlin with such a funny face, that Kaitlin burst into laughter. "Hmm, can't keep it together or use a direct object. NEXT" Celia yelled. Kaitlin laughed even harder.
"Look, I'm sorry I called you an idiot in front of David." Celia said, once Kaitlin calmed down.
"I'm sorry I teased you about your grades, I know they don't come easy to you. Since we're apologizing for stuff, I also wanted to let you know I may have broken your calculator."
"Yeah, it's okay, I'm sorry I kissed David." Celia said.
"WHAT!"

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