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Is my computer in there?

Can you please bring it?

Just set it right here.

Thank you.

Can you open that, please?

What's your password?

Okay.

[Skype ring tone playing]

[ringing]

[Araz] Hello.

Hello.

[Araz mumbling]

[Lauren] Should we

try calling her again?

[Araz] Doesn't work.

I'll call her later.

[Lauren] We can

try from my phone.

[Araz] No.

- [Lauren] Definitely not coming?

- No.

[indistinct conversation]

[whispering]

Oh, never mind.

I found something.

J, what do you want?

Oh. They want the table.

[Araz] Take it and

put everything on the floor.

[folk music playing softly]

[Araz] Are you okay?

[Lauren] I'm fine.

[Araz] Did you decide

about the residency?

[Lauren] No. I should

write them soon.

[Araz] You're not thinking of

rejecting it because of me, right?

[Lauren] No, it's not that.

[Araz] I don't want you to

lose it just because of me.

You saw how things

are like up in there.

Maybe I'll just, I don't know,

do something else.

[Lauren] I don't know either.

[calm instrumental music]

[J whispering] B. G.

Boy.

[Lauren] We just left home.

I'll give the papers to the nurse.

Then I have to leave.

I have an interview.

Okay, but can you

call the doctor?

J, do you wanna talk to Mom?

[J] No.

I'll call when we arrive.

[Lauren] Can you get

your suitcases all ready?

Yeah, I'll stay, but I don't think

I'll be here when you get here.

You don't need me

in the meeting.

I'll let the doctor know.

How long is the custom...

[honking]

[Araz] Lauren!

Lauren, I'll go around

the block and come back.

This car is...

[honking]

[Dr. Garofalo] No.

It's okay. They're here.

Yeah. No worries. I'll just

see you when you get here.

[hangs up phone]

That was your parents, and they're

just running a little late.

J?

So, how did things go

with your sister?

It was fine.

And what does she do, again?

She's an artist.

But, she also

works for a clinic.

A clinic? What does

she do for them?

She acts for them.

[knocking at door]

Yeah.

[woman] Here are

the test results.

Thank you.

Was she headed to work?

She had to make sure

about some application,

for an art residency, I think.

Today she had a deadline to decide

whether she was going or not.

She had a hard time deciding.

She might leave.

Are you guys close?

Yeah.

Oh. That's gonna be tough.

Listen. I didn't want you to

worry after our talk last week,

but, I wanted to

go over some of these test

results in person. One on one.

Now, I think it's time

for us to really start

thinking through

what's the next step

to make sure that we're

making the right decision,

and to have you and

your parents on board together

to make that decision.

I think the process

has been great.

So you've taken some time

to really think through things,

to work through

the decisions that you

are facing.

But the bone density results, when

I look at them, are a little low.

And that's not concerning,

in and of itself

because we see that. But these are a

little bit lower than I would like.

So, I think the time is now to think

through, like, what are the next steps.

So, when we add a hormone, we can

reduce the dose of the blocker.

But I think we have to think through which

direction we're gonna go from here.

And I think it's important to

have your parents and you

talk through this together.

J? Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah. I'm ready for it.

Can I go to the bathroom

real quick?

[door opening]

[whispering]

"In the morning it is different.

An open book confronts me,

too close to read in comfort.

Tell me how old I am.

And then the valleys

stuff impenetrable mists

like cotton in my ears.

They say it is my fault.

Nobody tells me anything.

Tell me how old I am.

The deepest demarcations

can slowly spread and fade

like any blue tattoo.

I do not know my age.

I am growing deaf.

The bird-calls dwindle..."

[Dr. Garofalo] You ready? Okay.

One. Two. Three.

Okay, hold that right here

for me.

Got it.

- [woman] Hi. -[J's dad] Hi. Sorry,

we got held up at the airport.

How are things going here?

[woman] J's just getting

the injection...

[Dr. Garofalo] Okay?

[woman] ...you can go in,

in a minute.

[woman] J's parents are here.

[Dr. Garofalo] Okay.

- Hello.

- [J's dad] Oh. Hi.

Sorry we're late.

Just got here from the airport.

[Dr. Garofalo] Yeah,

it's okay. J's here.

[J's dad] How did

the meeting go?

[J's dad] What time does

the poetry contest start?

It starts at four o'clock.

[J's dad] We've still

got some time.

What do you wanna get?

We could get

sandwiches or something.

J, what would you like to eat?

I'm not hungry now.

Are you sure?

[J's dad] We could stop

at home to get something,

if we're quick about it.

I know it's not late,

but I really don't want to be in a big

rush when we get to the ceremony.

We can get something

by their school.

But, we're coming up

on the house.

J, do you have

everything you need?

Are you sure?

[J] "At evening,

something behind me.

I start for a second, I blench,

or staggeringly halt and burn,

I do not know my age.

In the morning it is different.

An open book confronts me,

too close to read in comfort.

Tell me how old I am.

And then the valleys stuff

impenetrable mists

like cotton in my ears.

I do not know my age.

I do not mean to complain.

They say it is my fault.

Nobody tells me anything.

Tell me how old I am.

The deepest demarcations

can slowly spread and fade

like any blue tattoo.

I do not know my age.

Shadows fall down,

lights climb.

Clambering lights,

oh children!

You never stay long enough.

Tell me how old I am.

Stone wings have sifted here

with feather hardening feather.

The claws are lost somewhere.

I do not know my age.

I am growing deaf.

The birdcalls dwindle.

The waterfalls go unwiped.

What is my age?

Tell me how old I am.

Let the moon go hang,

the stars go fly their kites.

I want to know my age.

Tell me how old I am."

[calm instrumental music]

[J whispering] " And then the

valleys stuff impenetrable mists...

I start for a second..."

blench, or staggeringly halt...

Let the moon go hang, the

stars go fly their kites.

I want to know my age.

Tell me how old I am."

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