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“Pardon me, I have this bucket and it is so very heavy. Would it be too much trouble for me to ask if perhaps you would help me carry it?”
“Of course not. What’s in it?”
“Oh, I can’t tell you. I’m sorry. But it is so heavy and I would very much appreciate your help”
“Of course. Excuse me. My, it certainly IS heavy, isn’t it?”
“Yes, very. I’m so tired, would you mind carrying it on your own?”
“Well, I suppose not…”
“Oh, thank you so much. I am so tired. I’ve been carrying it for so long.”
“Pardon me, but it seems that your bucket is getting heavier.”
“Yes, it is. I’ve been putting things in it.”
“What have you been putting in it?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you.”
“Because it really is getting very heavy, and I am starting to feel very tired.”
“Oh my God! Please be careful! Please don’t drop it, I would die if you dropped it. It’s very important.”
“Geez, because it’s getting so heavy and I don’t know how much longer I can keep carrying this. Where are we going?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No. But please, don’t stop carrying it. I can’t do it on my own, and you’re so strong. I wont be able to lift it without you.”
“Are you putting MORE stuff in it?!?”
“… yes, but please. I need you! Please don’t stop carrying it! You’re the only one who can.”
“Jesus, what’s in it? It smells awful.”
“Well, If I told you, you wouldn’t want to carry it any more.”
“I will not move another inch until you tell me what is in this bucket.”
“… it’s shit”
“Are you insane!?! You’ve been having me carry around a bucket of shit? I refuse to carry it any more!”
“Oh please. It’s MY shit! And I need it. I can’t let it go. And it’s gotten to be far too much for me to carry on my own. Please, don’t leave me and my shit here, alone.”
“I will not carry your shit. You want my advice? Let go of your shit and move on. You can’t keep making other people traipse your shit around for you.”
“I can’t. I can’t. Please… don’t leave me and my shit here.”
“It’s not fair that you’d ask me to carry your shit for you. I’m afraid I can’t do this anymore.”
“… please don’t leave us here”
“I’m sorry. Goodbye.”
…
“Pardon me…”
“Of course not. What’s in it?”
“Oh, I can’t tell you. I’m sorry. But it is so heavy and I would very much appreciate your help”
“Of course. Excuse me. My, it certainly IS heavy, isn’t it?”
“Yes, very. I’m so tired, would you mind carrying it on your own?”
“Well, I suppose not…”
“Oh, thank you so much. I am so tired. I’ve been carrying it for so long.”
“Pardon me, but it seems that your bucket is getting heavier.”
“Yes, it is. I’ve been putting things in it.”
“What have you been putting in it?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you.”
“Because it really is getting very heavy, and I am starting to feel very tired.”
“Oh my God! Please be careful! Please don’t drop it, I would die if you dropped it. It’s very important.”
“Geez, because it’s getting so heavy and I don’t know how much longer I can keep carrying this. Where are we going?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No. But please, don’t stop carrying it. I can’t do it on my own, and you’re so strong. I wont be able to lift it without you.”
“Are you putting MORE stuff in it?!?”
“… yes, but please. I need you! Please don’t stop carrying it! You’re the only one who can.”
“Jesus, what’s in it? It smells awful.”
“Well, If I told you, you wouldn’t want to carry it any more.”
“I will not move another inch until you tell me what is in this bucket.”
“… it’s shit”
“Are you insane!?! You’ve been having me carry around a bucket of shit? I refuse to carry it any more!”
“Oh please. It’s MY shit! And I need it. I can’t let it go. And it’s gotten to be far too much for me to carry on my own. Please, don’t leave me and my shit here, alone.”
“I will not carry your shit. You want my advice? Let go of your shit and move on. You can’t keep making other people traipse your shit around for you.”
“I can’t. I can’t. Please… don’t leave me and my shit here.”
“It’s not fair that you’d ask me to carry your shit for you. I’m afraid I can’t do this anymore.”
“… please don’t leave us here”
“I’m sorry. Goodbye.”
…
“Pardon me…”