I put my can of root beer on the carpet in the living room
and got up and went to the bathroom.
While I was up, Sarah was on the couch bouncing the volleyball on the
floor. It rolled away slowly from her, hit
my root beer can and knocked it over.
Everyone was screaming and I thought that I had spilled the root beer
but it wasn’t my fault. I was taking the
blame again.
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