"We're at the airport, sir."
"No… No, please tell me we're not…"
"I am sorry, sir, but I am no good at lying."
"Dear God… Oh, dear God…" Arthur hid his face behind his hands. His head was hurting like someone was crushing his skull from the inside with a hammer. He felt he should just lie down and die right now. Maybe it would feel like a relief. The
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