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passes on?

Why must you lose

such an amazing thing?

That's why I think it's a story.

Just saying.

Well, I can see we have

some deep thinkers in class.

And that's a good thing.

I encourage each of you

not to hold back

when you write

your love stories,

and you decide

whether it should have

a happy ending or not.

Okay, we'll continue this

tomorrow.

That'll be all for today.

- All he was talking about was...

- Applesauce?

Hey, you!

How did you even get

applesauce...

Hey, excuse me.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Uh, yeah, we just had

that wonderful discussion

in class.

Oh, right, yeah.

What's your name?

I'm Caitlyn.

Do you have a last name?

Landale.

Well, it's nice to meet you,

Miss Landale.

I'm Adam Godfrey.

That was fun back there.

Thanks for making the class

a little more interesting.

Thanks for being

a total jackass.

- I beg your pardon?

- Hey, we're gonna take off.

Yeah, peace,

I'll talk to you guys later.

You heard me.

Where's this coming from?

I don't appreciate you

shooting down

what I believe in.

Are you talking about

what happened back there?

Well, I'm sorry

I hurt your feelings.

It was nice meeting you,

Miss Landale.

- Who do you think you are?

- Uh-oh, she's following me.

Do you have a heart at all or

are you really just that bitter?

Oh, he's got nothing

to say, folks,

he said it all

back in the classroom.

What's the matter,

Adam Godfrey,

cat got your tongue?

Are you free later?

I'll take that as a yes.

Pick you up around six?

It was nice meeting you,

Caitlyn Landale.

Okay, I've had some

random things happen to me,

but nothing like that.

He took me by surprise

and I didn't know

you could feel this way.

Who is this guy?

Forgive me, Father,

for I have sinned.

Oh.

Okay.

Go on, my child.

Father, I did something

that was incredible

knowing that I shouldn't have.

I let passion

get the better of me.

Oh, well...

Being young,

as you are,

the, uh,

the power of passion

can be very hard

to resist.

That is the sin, Father,

I can't resist anymore.

I... I haven't been able

to resist for a few years now.

And I fear my selfishness

may have brought danger

to another.

Um, I see.

Does the other person know?

No.

I don't know how to tell him.

What should I do, Father?

Well, you might wanna

get checked out

before you do anything else.

Depending on the results

should determine

what happens next.

Thank you.

Forgive me?

- I absolve you of your sins.

- Cool.

In the name of the Father

and the Son, okay.

Lord have mercy.

I didn't think you were

allowed to leave this place.

I didn't think you had keys.

So, how are things?

Interesting.

Up to your usual

reckless self, then.

Well, I wouldn't exactly

call it reckless, but,

yeah.

Do you know a tragically

beautiful, rude blonde?

Can you be a little bit

more specific?

They all start looking alike

after a while.

You haven't,

you know,

recently?

Okay.

You wouldn't lie

to your priest, would you?

A priest, never.

You, maybe.

I'm serious, Adam.

You're not invincible.

You're being too reckless,

my son.

Oh, don't call me your son,

I'm not your son.

Or have you forgotten

who you're talking to?

No, believe me, Adam,

I haven't.

Forgive me.

What's the matter?

You talked to them, didn't you?

What'd they say?

It was worth a try.

I don't know what else to do.

That was the last idea I had.

Sometimes when we go

searching for the path

it can't be found.

Sometimes a path

has to find us.

Okay, I get the whole

servant of God

is your job of choice, and all,

but please don't play riddles

with me.

Can't you just give me

a straight answer for once

without the cloak and daggers?

Unfortunately I can't

give you a straight answer.

That's something you're gonna

have to figure out for yourself.

God works in mysterious ways.

Yeah. Well, I love being

His plaything,

because He's having

one hell of a time with me.

I have faith in you, Adam.

I have no idea

what that means anymore.

Lord, if there's anyone

in the world

who needs Your help,

or a sense of closure,

it's him.

Writing is the one thing

that helps me clear my head.

It makes sense to me.

There's no reason for it,

but occasionally I find answers

writing on the blank page

when I can't find any

in the world.

I know it's weird, but,

now I can't focus.

Why did he do that?

Why did he kiss me?

He's an a**hole.

Why can't I stop

thinking about him?

Dammit!

You're late.

How did...

how'd you find out

where I'm staying?

It wasn't that hard.

You ready to go?

Look, I have to write

this essay for class.

That's not due for a month.

Yeah, I like getting

a head start on things.

Already having

writer's block, aren't you?

What?

No.

Uh huh.

Come on.

You're gonna love this.

Who knows, maybe you'll be

inspired by something.

This is one of those moments

where your head says to stay

and your heart says to go.

He's not even that attractive.

Okay.

Great.

Be outside in five.

Oh, and, uh...

bring your hiking boots.

What?

I don't have hiking boots.

Neither did he.

I didn't think someone like you

came to places like this.

- Someone like me?

- Yeah.

I thought you were

a total douchebag.

Well, can be sometimes.

I've noticed.

Back home I had a place

like this that I'd go to.

It was my sanctuary.

Sanctuary?

From what?

Anything, really.

So you don't think I'm crazy?

No, far from it, actually.

My parents would

disagree with you.

They don't condone

that kind of thinking.

Doesn't go along with

their plan for me.

Plan?

To follow the Landale

family footsteps

and become an accountant

like my dad.

I'm supposed to be

the fourth in my family.

Well, there's nothing wrong with

becoming what you wanna be.

They don't see it that way.

I've never had a choice,

they've had my whole life

planned out for me.

After I graduate,

I'm supposed to go and work

in my father's accounting firm.

Eight hours a day

just messing with numbers.

Some people enjoy it.

I'm not one of them.

What would you rather do?

Be a writer, novelist.

Hence the creative writing

class.

So just tell your dad

you don't wanna do it.

If only it were that easy.

He'd flip.

He'd say, "There's no guaranteed

income writing novels.

Stick with accounting,

that has certainty behind it.

Don't waste your life

taking risks

when the odds are against you."

Blah, blah, blah.

What about your mother?

They'd both flip.

I see.

Come on.

Stand on the rock

and you're on top of the world.

That's okay. I have

a little fear of heights

and I'd like to stay where my

feet are firmly on the ground.

Suit yourself.

Where do you see yourself

in ten years?

Oh, come on.

I told you mine,

it's your turn.

I don't think that far ahead.

I'm a one-day-at-a-time

kind of guy.

Could have fooled me

back in the classroom.

That didn't sound like someone

who takes things day by day.

I find it's easier

to not have goals.

You're not disappointed

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