The Endless Page #7

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for a second?

I'm staying.

You can stay, too.

I know you're not going to,

but, you know...

you can.

You wanna die over

and over and over

and live your life on repeat

from here to eternity?

You act like it's crazy,

like I'm the first person

in history

that actually wants to

live forever.

With people that like him.

You know, there's not much

difference between

being stuck in a loop and being

stuck repeating

the same shitty day over and

over like back home until I die.

But back home,

anything could happen.

It could be so much better

than the camp.

We tried that, man.

For almost a decade.

And I'm ready to go back to not

hating my life.

Dying just takes a second.

And a shitty life is long.

Aaron, I think you are making

a very, very big decision

with very little thought.

And you realize that you do this

once and you can never leave?

Anything is better than

the life you make me live.

All right.

Um...

Let's, uh...

let's get you back.

(GUNSHOTS)

(LAUGHING)

Aah!

(GUNSHOT, BODY FALLS)

God damn it!

(THUD)

(CREAKING)

(GRUNTING)

(RIFLE SHOTS)

Seriously, what do you

think it hit?

No. Wait! Wait!

Sh*t!

They're coming back.

I'll feel guilty the rest of my

life if I leave you here,

so I guess I'm staying, too.

You're respecting my decision

to stay?

Uh, I guess.

If that's the way you wanna

think about it, yeah, sure,

I'm doing that.

All right. Let's go.

What?

All I ever wanted was...

(LOUD RUMBLING)

Let's go!

- Please start! Please start!

- Let's go!

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

(LOUD RUMBLING)

All right, when you get

enough speed,

I'm gonna jump in.

Then you jump in.

And then I'm gonna throw it in

first and let the clutch go.

I know how to

push-start a car!

I'm just saying

what we're doing!

- Let me drive.

- What?

Let me drive the car!

Just let me get it started

first!

Uhh! F***!

Okay, you drive the f***ing car!

Yeah, I'm gonna drive

the f***ing car!

Hey, listen, man...

'Cause we're about to die, I

really think you should know...

you mess up everything.

You really do.

I never say it,

but you have just completely

messed up our lives.

(LOUD RUMBLING)

Aah!

(GRUNTING)

But you're family.

That's what family does.

All I've ever wanted is just to

be able to mess up with you.

To be able to mess up our

lives just as much as you do.

All right, listen, on

tombstones it says like

"Beloved Mother"

or "Beloved Brother",

not "Beloved Camp Member".

And there's a reason for that,

all right?

From here on out,

we're equals.

I hear you.

You're my brother.

And I love you.

- I love you, too.

- And I need you to start this car

because I don't want you to die

or me to die, okay?

- Get in!

- All right!

(ENGINE STARTING)

(BOTH CHEERING)

(POOF)

(BOTH YELLING)

- We made it!

- We made it!

- We did it!

- Yes!

Yeah!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

We need gas.

No, we're good.

No, it's on empty.

- It's always like that.

- Always on empty?

Empty means there's no fuel

in the tank.

We couldn't even...

You figure it out.

There is a house

In New Orleans

They call

The Rising Sun

And it's been

The ruin

Of many a poor boy

And God

I know

I'm one

My mother

Was a tailor

She sewed

My new blue jeans

My father

Was a gambling man

Down in New Orleans

Oh, Mother

Tell your children

Not to do

What I have done

Spend your life

In misery

In the house

Of the Rising Sun

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