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than sticking around here.

No, no, no, no.

Actually it doesn't.

It's the donation

that matters, anyway.

It's just that people usually

expect to see me there,

but I can miss it for once.

The only problem is,

I didn't bring anything to wear.

Well, you can wear me.

Wear you?

All right.

Maybe I'll just run

to the shop instead.

But, uh...

Um, are you guys sure

that we're not intruding?

- Of course not.

- Not at all.

It's gonna be great.

Ira's a good cook.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I'm not bad.

What?

I don't get a kiss?

I missed you.

Mmm.

Can I steal you for a sec?

Just for a sec.

Yeah.

Thanks a lot, guys.

It's nice to be here.

Thanks for having us.

- Sure.

- Of course.

So how are you feeling?

I'm okay, babe.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Hey, listen.

I, uh...

I thought you didn't

want to tell anyone

about the baby

until we were sure.

Yeah, I know.

I know, but...

Isn't Kaia great?

Yeah, of course, but...

I mean, honey,

she's my only family.

I want you to get to know her.

All right, listen,

we'll stay for the night,

but then we leave

in the morning, okay?

Say, "I understand".

I understand.

Let me show you my old room.

Yeah.

Oh, it's pretty in here.

You're pretty.

Oh, yeah?

Am I?

Pretty much thought

you'd packed your bags

and left me this morning.

Nope.

Take my panties off.

What are you doing?

Honey, they...

Don't worry about them.

They'll be fine.

Give in.

I missed you.

Yeah?

Come here.

Leave them there.

Come here.

Turn over.

Is this okay?

It's actually nice to see her.

Yeah, I wish the circumstances

were a little less weird, but...

I'd like to get to know her.

Well, it looks like

he can take care of her.

He seems a little arrogant

or something, right?

You just don't like him

because he's rich.

Maybe you should tell them

to come another time.

When the house is more done,

it's nicer.

What?

I'm not gonna go back and say,

"Oh, hey, look, we thought

about it for a second,

and actually you should leave".

Yes.

Tell me when you're gonna cum.

I want you to cum in my mouth.

Shh.

Hey.

Hey, stop that.

What are you doing?

Hey.

What the f*** are you doing?

You okay?

Jesus.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Where's the bathroom?

And I was mad at her

for a long time.

You know, she didn't

help me at all

when he got sick.

You know, we used to be

really, really close.

Yeah.

I know.

All right.

Just be nice to her, okay?

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

About this other tiny

person inside of you.

Your boy is cute.

Yeah, I think so too.

Tell me about him.

What's his deal?

What's he do?

Mainly construction.

I feel like I remember

seeing him in school.

He dropped out of high school.

Had a hard time

until dad hired him.

Didn't he go to jail

for something?

Once.

What for?

Come on, what is it?

He hit his girlfriend

when he was drunk.

What?

Of course he shouldn't have done it,

but there's more to the story.

He was a kid.

Well, doesn't that worry

you a little bit?

No, absolutely not.

He'd never hurt me.

Well...

I just can't believe

that you have a boyfriend.

This is good.

Look it!

Stop!

Are you gonna dance for me tonight?

I miss your old moves.

I don't dance like that.

I assure you that you did.

I mean, he had on these

knee-high black boots,

but I was wearing sandals.

So I asked him if he'd be upset

if I waited in the car,

and he seemed sort of offended,

so I just went along with it.

Then he smiled and said,

"Don't look to your right."

But I did, and there

was this big ditch

filled with coral snakes.

And suddenly I felt one

crawling up my leg.

I had a sharp pain,

my water broke,

and I gave birth.

I always dream about snakes

when I'm nervous

about something.

Really?

I think that folks place

a little too much significance

on the importance of dreams.

I mean, they even seem

to grant them

some kind of supernatural

fortune-telling quality,

and I don't mean to say

that they're completely

meaningless, babe,

but they do usually just reflect

whatever's been on your mind.

No.

I believe that everything

happens for a reason.

Me too.

I don't believe in that sh*t.

Well, dad had this old book

that he used to look at with us.

Do you remember?

Yeah.

Wasn't much for

picture books, was he?

God, he was like 100 years old.

Why were you in Oslo?

Oh, I was just there for work.

I'd like to go back.

Yeah, you should.

I want to take Andrew next summer.

Yep.

Oh, you'll love it, dude.

It's beautiful.

I'm sure.

She told me.

You had the cutest little accent.

God, I was so jealous of you.

Is your mom still there?

Hmm, I don't know.

Hmm.

She's hard to keep track of.

She was a pretty troubled lady.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I know what you mean, though.

My mother's a lot of work,

especially after my dad died.

What are you talking about?

Your mom's fine;

her mom's a drug addict.

That's why she came here,

so we could take care of each other,

since our parents

are total f***-ups.

Well, I think he must have

been a decent enough guy,

to be able to take care

of two girls alone.

Yeah, he was.

What are you talking about, Chris?

He was crazy about you.

No, Kaia.

He was crazy about you

because you never

opened your mouth.

Shut up.

I was shy.

Well, you were

a bad kid like me,

weren't you, Andrew?

Oh, you..you remember me?

Yeah, I certainly do.

Do you remember me?

Yeah, I guess I do, yeah.

What?

You grew up here too?

Yep.

Born and raised.

I wasn't that bad, though.

I just liked practical jokes.

Yeah, like what?

Mm, I don't know..gross stuff.

It's probably not the

best dinner conversation.

Then we'll save it for after dinner.

No, come on.

Tell us.

We don't care.

Uh, well, hmm.

Let's see.

I played lacrosse growing up.

Oh, yeah?

They play that out here?

Yeah, they do.

And we weren't very good,

but we were playing a good game,

and I was getting lucky.

And there was this guy on

the team, Eric Lundin.

You remember him?

Lundin?

- Totally.

- You don't?

Well, he was a prick, anyway.

So what about him?

Well, he f***ed up a pass

or something like that

during the game.

And he was the kind of guy

that was always

giving everyone else sh*t

for what they did.

And so for once, he f***ed up.

Hmm.

And so after the game,

we all hid in the gym,

and he came out,

and everybody ran up,

and they grabbed him,

and they pulled his pants down.

And I went,

and I got my lacrosse stick,

and I managed to get

the lacrosse stick in his ass.

And then my buddy came over.

And he put the ball

in the lacrosse stick

and then managed to throw it

in the net and score,

with the stick still in his ass.

Nice.

I'm sorry, but isn't that

basically rape?

What?

No.

We were kids.

We did sh*t like that all the time.

Oh, okay.

Did it happen to you, Andrew?

Not that, but the same

kind of sh*t happened, yeah.

I mean, that guy and I,

we're still friends.

I think you were right

the first time.

He was a prick,

and I think he got

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