[It is on this rare occasion that William Bush has said some words and regrets saying them in the order in which they were said, because one response has led to another and now he's left staring at that message, and there's no question that they're definitely not talking about anything to do with ships, really.
But it's not a bad sort of regret. It's not the kind of regret that sits high in one's stomach. Rather, it's a puzzled kind, which has left him staring at his device like: Okay.
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But it's not a bad sort of regret. It's not the kind of regret that sits high in one's stomach. Rather, it's a puzzled kind, which has left him staring at his device like: Okay.
What.]