look, it's not like i say to him, 'you can't go out'. it's not a prohibition. i just know better than he does. how can he know the danger of our surroundings?
you know what fucked it up?
what?
that night with the bus.
exactly.
...
you know, it's too bad you can't write like you talk.
yeah.
because you're such a good talker.
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