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was for public consumption,

(and b) you have invited two complete

strangers to f*** up our holiday!

Grow up!

- Sh*t! It's stuck in the f***ing leaves.

- Woo!

Well, they don't seem too upset anyway.

Because they're f***ing nice.

Oh come on, I was drunk.

I don't think they're having much fun.

No, they're not.

- Let's lighten them up a little bit.

- By what?

How are you doing?

Are you having fun?

Yeah, it's amazing!

Yeah, lovely.

Let's have a race.

- Oh sh*t, no.

- Down to the tree on the right!

They're having a...

- Okay!

- Are you ready?

Three, two, one! Go!

[Shouting!]

Mills, come on. Mills, hurry.

Go, go, go. Move, Richard.

- Go, go, go.

- Move it, Richard.

No, let them win.

Let them win.

Mills, we can win this.

Oh, we're going sideways, Hun.

Woo!

Richard, they won!

How is the writing?

Oh yeah, yeah. It's okay.

Yeah, I've done a fair bit.

It's about time.

It's taken him about four years so far.

How long did it take you, Rich?

Well, I don't know. A few months.

Well, hey. It's different for everybody.

You should ask Paul. He'll tell you.

I wouldn't know.

I found some pages in the room

and I started reading them.

Oh you know, you shouldn't really

be doing that.

Why?

Well, because it's like,

it's a personal thing.

Paul, did you mind?

Sure.

Why not?

It's brave of you dude,

because she is a

harsh critic.

Oh.

I'm not that bad.

Well, he never lets me read it.

As if you've shown a lot of interest.

I have.

If you want to read some, you are more

than welcome to.

I thought you wanted to keep it to

yourself.

- When did I say that?

- Well, you never offered it to me.

Jesus! You can read it if you want to.

I don't have to read any

if that's a problem.

Julie, it's nothing to do with you.

Don't worry.

You could've asked me to.

We could've asked each other a lot of

things.

I'm gonna go find Richard.

Julie, it's fine.

Well, this is embarrassing.

Is that all you're worried about?

Julie!

It's funny.

What is?

I just had dj vu.

There.

You see?

The trees, the light with the water.

I almost think I must have dreamt that

moment before,

like I predicted the future.

You know what I mean?

Er, yeah. Yeah, I think so.

I like it.

I should have them more often.

But I never know if it's really...

a moment I dreamt or it was just dj vu.

What are you laughing at?

You think I'm funny.

No, no. Not at all.

I like the way you explain it.

Rich, I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

What about?

It's not you guys.

I sensed something was up,

but I kind of figured it was you two

dealing with all that sh*t

you were talking about.

Maybe.

Hey, it takes time,

especially for us dudes.

You know, we're not used to dealing with

that kind of stuff.

Yeah.

There's another thing that feels

even more strange. It's...

It's kind of the opposite when,

when you feel that you don't recognise

something or someone

just for a moment and, then you realise

that you actually do recognise everything.

Have you ever had that?

No, I don't understand.

It's like dj vu. It's that weird type of

feeling but you experience a situation

that you, you rationally know you

recognise but it...

It all just seems totally unfamiliar.

You get that same out of body sensation

that something is very...

Like weird.

Yeah. Yeah, exactly.

No, I never had that.

Sh*t, you okay?

Did I hurt you?

Are you alright?

No.

- Hey, hey, hey. What is it?

- A bad time.

Come on, what is it?

- I just need to speak to someone...

- Okay, ssh.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

What happened to the girl

in the sunshine, huh?

Oh, Paul. Look!

Sh*t!

Oh God. Hang on.

I'll get it. Hey, take this.

Are you gonna jump?

Oh f***! Oh, f***! F***, it's cold.

How do I stop it?

Just stop paddling.

Aargh!

Are you okay?

What are you doing?

I'm sorry. I... I...

Let's just go.

Hey.

- Hello.

- Mon cheri.

What happened to you guys?

I love this. I love the...

Seriously?

Hey, what was going on there?

- What did he do to you?

- Nothing.

I'm fine.

Well, he had his arms around you.

It's fine.

Looking hot, Mills.

Richard, I've found it.

Should I read it?

Go on. Shoot. It's the internet.

Everyone gets an opinion.

Flashes of boredom drowning in a fog of

self regarding clich

in adolescent fantasy,

my children's essay from primary school

make for more informative

and entertaining reading.

Julie.

What? It's funny.

I went to high school with this guy and it

seems he's still the same sly

or dry-minded nose-picking stoner he

always was.

Luckily, his brother never had a chance

to see his sh*t.

Where are you going?

I loved it.

What's going on?

We're just reading some of Richard's book

reviews.

And...?

Some random opinions on the internet.

Can I have a cigarette?

Yeah.

Is he okay?

Je ne sais pas.

And I had to make a choice at some point.

I had to go,

'Okay, for now this is what I choose to do

and I will make my way with this.

Otherwise, where...'

I don't like the idea of choosing only one

thing.

That scares me so why do I have to do

that?

Because you do.

Well, you don't want to miss the boat.

You gotta earn money, sweetheart.

Oh, really?

Come on, don't be such a dick.

It doesn't suit you.

You've been grumpy all night.

And why, I don't know.

And I'm not your sweetheart.

Okay, cheri. I think you may have had a

little bit too much to drink, no?

Europeans. F*** me.

Well, you may as well catch up.

I'll get some more.

The dark ribbon of the procession had

settled.

What are you doing?

Is this your book?

Oui.

Okay, I don't think it's the right time to

be reading from that right now.

Yeah, I, I don't think...

- I'd rather you didn...

- No, no carry on. I'm intrigued.

Carry on.

Hey, do it.

We can both crash and burn in one

evening. Make a f***ing night of it.

She stood apart, as if removed from

herself

and the rhythms of life

surrounding her.

He brushed through the crowd, driven by a

fierce, fragile need

and grabbed her arm.

"Look away from me if you must.

It won't change how I feel for you,"

he said, pulling her to him.

"Let me go," she said. "You must let me

go."

The pinch of the musicians swelled

and dancers began to move in pairs

across the stones.

He held her fast.

"You say it's done, that it isn't anymore

our person, nor anymore our son.

I'm sorry I told you I pictured a son. It

wasn't a son when all it was was blood.

But it was your blood and mine.

I love you.

I want to stop this bleeding, my love.

I feel like we're bleeding away."

Shouts and laughter punctured the air

around them.

Was it a relief like some parasite, and

you've killed it?

Could you stop, please?

Stop.

It's beautiful.

Mills, are you okay?

Let me in.

Mills, come on.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

A good try.

Oh, just one bad review, dude.

You shouldn't take it so hard.

Now, you guys need to deal

with that sh*t some more

or it's gonna get way outta hand.

And what the f***'s it got to do with you?

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