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Cant Read Soundboard Edit

Bill: I can't read it.
Kid: Can't even read, 11.

The sounds of frustration and embarrassment filled the room as Bill struggled to decipher the words in front of him. The sharp intake of breath, the heavy sigh, and the rustling of paper combined to create a symphony of struggle. With each failed attempt to decode the message, the tension in the air grew thicker, suffocating them both.

The sound of silence was deafening as the realization set in that Bill truly could not read the words on the page. His heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm echoing in his ears like a thunderous drumbeat. The silence was punctuated only by the subtle shuffling of feet on the floor as the Kid shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of how to proceed.

A sense of shame washed over Bill like a cold wave, the sound of his own breathing echoing in his ears as he struggled to hold back tears of frustration. The Kid's voice sounded distant and muffled, as if coming from underwater, as he tried to offer words of encouragement. But they only served to highlight Bill's inadequacies, his inability to perform a basic task that others took for granted.

The sound of defeat hung heavy in the air, a bitter taste lingering on Bill's tongue as he realized the gravity of the situation. The Kid's attempts to help only served to highlight his own shortcomings, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. The weight of his own incompetence pressed down on him like a leaden blanket, suffocating his spirit and crushing his resolve.

The sound of a pen clattering to the ground echoed through the room, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence that had settled over them like a shroud. Bill's hands shook as he tried to grasp the pen, the edges digging into his skin like accusing fingers. The sound of his own heartbeat seemed to thunder in his ears, a relentless reminder of his failure to perform a simple task.

As the minutes ticked by, the sound of their breathing grew louder in the oppressive silence, the Kid's attempts to offer words of comfort falling on deaf ears. Bill's mind raced with thoughts of inadequacy and shame, the weight of his own incompetence bearing down on him like a crushing weight. The sound of his own voice seemed to mock him, a cruel reminder of his inability to read the words before him.

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor shattered the stillness, the sharp noise cutting through the suffocating silence like a knife. Bill's hands clenched into fists, his frustration boiling over as he struggled to contain his emotions. The Kid's voice sounded distant and hollow, his attempts at reassurance ringing hollow in Bill's ears.

With a heavy sigh, Bill pushed himself away from the table, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor echoing in the room like a final proclamation of defeat. The Kid's voice faded into the background as Bill walked away, the weight of his own inadequacies heavy on his shoulders. The sound of his footsteps grew fainter and fainter as he left the room, the silence enveloping him like a comforting blanket.

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