I can't. [He doesn't raise his voice. In fact, he lowers it. His tone is darker and almost pained as he grasps the bottle tighter yet. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are pursed as he stares at the ground, although he's not seeing any of the gravel by his feet. In his mind, a scarf flutters.
He covers his face with a hand.]
... I don't want to hear the "news" from someone else again.
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He covers his face with a hand.]
... I don't want to hear the "news" from someone else again.