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... hat your fans have done? I nearly burst out with insults, but after a few deep breaths, I calmed down and replied with as much composure as I could muster.

"Yes, what is it?"

-I called to apologize for what happened that day.

I was annoyed. Yeah, it's nice that you called to apologize. That’s not something to be scolded for. But do you even know what I'm dealing with right now?

"It's fine, you don’t need to apologize to me."

-Aren’t you going to accept my ...

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