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James stared at it. Part of he him couldn't believe it was, but then he looked up to see who was standing by and knew better. Everything he touched eventually winds up in this state. Why did he believe that he could keep his hands off of this? He must have been delusional.
Bending forward James picked up the pieces and put them in the bin, and walked away.
Later when James came downstairs, the house was empty but a note on the table caught his eye. All it said was "I'm sorry."
"So am I," he says out loud.