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Yeah, that's when

everything changed.

Yeah.

Okay. Where... Where was I?

You were in your room.

Sleeping.

We didn't know

if we should wake you.

Yeah, we wanted to hide it

from you as long as possible.

And what were you guys doing?

Honey?

Want to take this one?

Yeah, we were, uh,

getting ready for work.

I'm pretty sure that

we need some poster board

or something to put this on.

Uh, yeah.

But not, like,

with the Twin Towers

blowing up or

whatever or anything.

No, I don't know, with like

some, uh, police officers or

firemen.

Totally patriotic.

I like that one.

He's hot.

Gonna have to clear

my history after this.

What kind of things you got

hidden in your history?

Oh, you know,

just photos and things for

inspiration.

Sh*t. I gotta go.

Well, I'll just

finish this.

Here.

Bookmark this sh*t

for the next time

you need inspiration.

And, Kent?

You said something

about video games?

Uh, yeah, my son's

pretty into them.

They're very dangerous.

It doesn't matter what you read,

how many studies claim

that they're harmless,

I can show you better studies

that claim the contrary.

Well, he's on

the computer a lot.

Guild Wars, I think?

That's one of the worst ones.

A couple in China

played Guild Wars so much

they neglected their baby

and it died of dehydration.

I'm sure that's, uh,

an extreme example, no?

I can show you how

to uninstall the game.

Uh, you know, I was

really just looking to see if

you knew what the game was like.

I do know what it's like, Kent.

It's a virtual world.

Your son has created

an avatar of himself.

An avatar is an icon

I saw the movie, yeah.

Or a representation...

Well, then you know

that an avatar is often

demonic or evil-looking.

When he's plugged in, your son

thinks that that world,

the world of Guild Wars,

is the real world.

Our world doesn't

matter anymore.

His friends don't matter.

School doesn't matter.

You don't matter.

"All I know is,

you don't matter, Kent."

I don't matter!

"You don't matter."

"Your truck doesn't matter.

Your son doesn't matter!

"And that is why

I have installed a camera

"in my daughter's brain

and a seven-digit PIN code

"on her vagina.

"And if you'd like, I can show

you all how to do it."

Hey, um...

Do...

Do you want to go out

to dinner or something or...

Or drinks?

Or coffee?

Or what?

I think I went

through everything

you could do on a first date.

A date.

Is that cool?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Hey, buddy.

How's it going?

Hey, Dad.

Did you, uh...

Did you have a good night?

Yeah, we just did a dungeon.

Oh.

Did you win?

Yeah.

All right, well...

Don't stay up too late, okay?

Okay.

All right.

It's weird, huh?

How long ago that all seems?

Mmm.

Yeah, a school report.

How old are we?

I love you.

I love you.

You remember what we were

doing that morning, right?

Yeah.

Come on.

Do you ever get nervous?

About what?

No.

I just think 'cause...

How come you didn't respond

to my message?

What message?

I wrote you on Facebook, like...

Listen, you can be

honest with me.

Are you sure it was me?

Yeah, pretty sure.

F***.

What?

Uh, my mom.

She checks my Facebook,

my emails, my texts.

She must have just deleted it

before I even saw it.

Isn't that, like, against

the law or something?

She thinks she's protecting me.

Is she watching us right now?

No. She just

tracks me online.

Seems a little psycho.

Um...

I have a secret.

A Tumblr account.

And it's, like,

the only place I can go to

where I can just be myself.

It's not even really me.

Sometimes I just

cut and paste stuff

from other sites or

write something just to see

what it feels like

to type the words.

How does it make you feel?

At first,

it's kind of like

I'm wearing a costume.

And then,

after long enough,

I...

I just forget that it's not me.

Um...

Here.

Nobody knows about it.

Not even my mom.

So if you get a message

from that account,

you know it's me.

My mom ran off to California

with this douchebag

named Greg Cherry.

They just got engaged.

She hasn't told my dad.

It's f***ed.

Well,

I'm sorry.

Hey, ladies.

Oh, my God. F*** off.

I didn't know your brother was

friends with Brandon Lender.

Oh, yeah. I guess.

I mean, they're both starters

on the varsity squad

or something, so, I don't know.

He's a big old b*tch,

if you ask me.

Oh, they're both b*tches.

Yeah. Wasn't Brandon a total

dick to you last year?

That was last year.

I mean, we were freshmen.

And now you're smokin'.

He done f***ed up.

Oh, my God, who cares!

Let's just watch

Breaking Amish. Please?

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

Okay, we literally watch that

every time we come over.

Uh, yeah, Brooke,

we're gonna keep watching it

till my DVR wears out and dies.

I don't even know why they

make other TV shows anymore.

Hey.

Hey.

Where's everybody else?

They went to the store.

They needed mas beverages.

You can sit down if you want.

A Biggest Loser diet

or some sh*t over summer, huh?

Just kind of started

watching what I ate.

Yeah? Well, it shows.

You're, like, a serious piece.

Have you hooked up

with anyone yet?

A little.

Yeah? Totally could now.

Cool. Thanks.

Wait, um...

Should we...

Like...

Oh, yeah. So, uh,

the first time, it's gonna

hurt a little bit, but

it's just something

you kinda have to do

to get it over with.

You know what I'm saying?

Right. Um...

Maybe we should just,

like, you know...

Okay, look. We can stop

if you want,

but eventually

you're gonna have to do it.

But I'm not like a rapist

or some sh*t, so...

Okay.

No, no, it's okay.

Okay. Yeah.

I'm gonna head out

and see my sister

this afternoon.

You know how she gets

with all her complaining,

she'll probably want to

talk my ear off

until we're both drunk on

red wine and pass out.

So I think I'll just

end up staying the night.

Just want to give you

a heads up.

Okay.

Maybe...

I'll call Kent, go out

for some beers tonight.

Yeah.

You haven't done

that in a while.

I'm sure he could use

the company.

Good idea.

Yeah, I should be able

to get something like that

together for you immediately.

Thank you.

Okay.

Okay, thank you.

Talk soon.

I'm gonna be on TV!

First they need

a video of you doing

some acting, cheerleading,

stuff around the house...

Mom, this is it.

Well, honey, it's a next step.

Despite days of trying,

Chris Truby struggled

to become fully aroused

while navigating

Hannah Clint's website.

He couldn't imagine suggesting

the kinds of explicit fantasies

he had witnessed online to her,

and feared he had

come to rely on them.

In an effort to fix

what should come naturally

to any 15-year-old boy,

Chris employed a technique

designed to help men

reassociate arousal

with traditional intercourse.

So, I was gonna go to Lauren's

house to watch a movie.

Now?

Yeah.

It's late.

Well, how're you

gonna get there?

I was just gonna take my bike.

No, I'll take you.

You seem like you're doing

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