This smells like consensual sex, morning-after regret, and realization that, "Oh, I guess I fucked up when I accused the Heisman front-runner of doing something he really didn't do."
I wish it smelled like something else, but I'm thinking this is a Frank Drebin moment.

 
	
		
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