I'm sorry, we can't make Mike and Melody's wedding in two weeks. It seems that we have a bus to catch.
Amiya has had both Vinay and I, sitting together and pretzel-style, on the living floor this morning. We are waiting for the yellow bus. It's bus #1 and it's going to come and get us in "fo weeks." (That's four weeks if you're not fluent in Amiya.) It's taking us to the playroom. We're not allowed to leave the bus stop until the bus comes.
Our deepest regrets to all the family members we won't see. Maybe bus #2 could bring you all down here after the wedding? I'll have to check with Amiya.
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