I cannot slip up. And it’s not because anyone would notice. I don’t even think I’d notice. Thank you for noticing.
It was such a small slip-up. But it was noticed I stuttered, thinking I might explain my mistake or just let my words melded into a dribble of incoherencies which some might take as remorse.
As if I had a choice but to how I was acting about being caught I just spit and sputtered as my accusers looked on, shaking their heads.