The scene then shifted when the cops left. One of my friends was extremely upset and angry, while the other was upset and regretful. I then turned myself into Jocasta, finding myself in the middle of everything trying to stop the worst from happening. I had to control one of my friends from storming off and driving home and potentially stop him from hurting someone, and I had to talk to the other friend trying to calm her down and reassure her that everything would be fine.
Eventually, my worked payed off a little bit. Two days later, everything is almost back to normal, except the fact that the two friends aren't talking yet, and I was able to go to bed that night at 5:30 am.
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