No, you don’t understand: it’s not my fault. I was in the car and I remembered to pick up the stuff from the grocery store like you asked — I know you’re not supposed to shop on Sunday, but I forgot it was Sunday — but then the road was blocked off by the police and so I had to go back to school, and then they were talking on the radio about zombies and my roommate — I can’t stand her, oh my goodness she’s so stupid — had borrowed my keys so I couldn’t get in, so then… you still there?
…Mom?
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