Summer of 8 Page #6

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this to end.

Oh, my god, it's not going

to end, is it?

Oscar said it's really

hard to come on ecstasy.

I mean, normally...

I would have been

coming by now.

Normally, I... I should be

coming, you know.

But I'm not going to.

I'm so grateful for that.

I'm just so grateful for you.

And for everything.

I'm just so f***ing

full of gratitude.

You were my answer,

Serena.

Jesse asked us

what would

make this day perfect.

You said having sex with me?

No.

I said, "telling you..."

Telling me what?

That I've loved you for...

Well, forever.

Pardon my manners.

So, maybe I was wrong.

Maybe when it's real love,

the falling-in-love part

never ends.

You, um,

want to head back?

Yeah.

Oscar was right.

Not a bad day.

What's that?

75 is

the miles from Berkeley

to Santa Cruz.

75 is the miles

I will drop everything

and drive whenever you need.

75 is the miles

i hope you'll drive

whenever I need you.

Of course.

75 miles is nothing.

You won't be alone.

75 miles is nothing.

Good day, man.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Uh, can I have my shirt?

Um, yeah. Yeah.

Thank you.

I'm going to go.

I wish

you could see this.

Wish you could see them.

I wish you could see me.

Who am I?

I'm your son.

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