Gobo himself was quiet for a long while, watching Wembley with a mixture of emotions on his face. Then he turned and looked down at his knees, his fists braced against them and arms straight.
"....Wembley, I'm-.. I'm sorry. I took you, take you, for granted so much and- and that's not fair of me."
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"....Wembley, I'm-.. I'm sorry. I took you, take you, for granted so much and- and that's not fair of me."