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so she'd understand."

- Tell who?

Who's Ringo?

- He was my dog when l was 12.

Golden retriever.

- What happened to him?

- God, he was...

he was always

humping everything.

lt was like,

"Get off me, you pig."

Nonstop.

And he really was

the horniest dog.

l mean, something was wrong

with him.

l've never told anybody

this before.

Okay.

What happened was, l, um...

l had all these

magazine articles spread out.

l was doing this school project,

this collage on rock formations.

My legs were in a V.

l was only wearing a T-shirt

and panties.

And Ringo comes running in

to play...

And he starts licking my knee,

which was funny, you know?

And then...

all of a sudden, he...

starts moving up my thigh,

sniffing.

And l got this tingle.

So out of curiosity,

and because my mother

was asleep,

l moved my panties aside.

Let him investigate.

So he just stuck his nose

in there

and started licking

between my lips.

And he was so gentle

and tireless.

l mean, that dog could have

kept licking all night.

And, you know, it felt so good.

To this day, l haven't had

better head.

So l laid down,

and l took off my underpants,

and l let him go to town

when-when...

out of nowhere, l hear my mom

yelling hysterically,

beating the dog

with a wet mop.

l mean, it was like

she was possessed.

She wouldn't talk to me

for a week.

And then one day, l came home,

and Ringo was gone.

And she said he ran away,

but l knew she was lying.

And that summer,

l found his collar and bones

buried in the backyard.

- Holly, that's horrible.

l can't believe-

l can't believe l told you that.

- lt's okay.

- So now...

every time

l go down on a girl,

l think of Ringo, and everything

just comes up in me.

l can't-l can't control it.

- Of course.

But now you've acknowledged it.

lt's time to just move on.

The body doesn't want

to hold on to these things.

lt just wants to let it go.

- You're so understanding.

You don't think l'm disgusting?

- Of course not.

- l'm not some immortal whore?

- You mean immoral?

- Yeah, that's what l mean.

- Sweetie...

l think when it comes

to pleasure,

if it feels good

and you're not hurting anyone,

then forget about morals.

What your mother did-

that was immoral.

- She had my uncle shoot Ringo

in the head.

- Well, that's just pure evil.

- l...

l think l'm cured.

No, l think l just-

l needed to tell somebody.

Thank you.

- Oh, sweetie,

don't mention it.

- No, l need

to pay you back somehow.

- Do not be silly.

- No, l would feel

so much better

if you'd just lie down

and let me give you head.

What?

l don't even know you.

- lt would mean so much to me.

- You should be doing this

with Bambi.

- Look, l could use

the practice.

Come on, my treat.

Please.

- l have to pee first.

Blessed Mary, mother of mercy,

no matter what Bambi says

about you not being a virgin,

l still believe in you

and implore

your divine guidance.

Please, please, please

help me not to barf

all over that nice Canadian girl

as l pay her back

for her kindness.

Amen.

- l always wanted

to learn Chinese.

l don't know why, but ever since

l was a little girl.

Hello?

Darby?

- Hey.

ls Holly still here?

- Yeah, mm-hmm.

- This is her friend Bambi.

- Oh, hey, Bambi.

Come on in.

- You're not wearing any pants.

- lt was, uh, really stuffy

in here.

Holly's in the bathroom.

- l think the Valium

didn't sit well.

- Or maybe some Mexican food.

- Poor thing's been through

a lot today.

- Do you want a drink?

- Oh, l could use a beer.

- l'm fine.

- Okay.

- You and Darby...

- On and off.

She's young.

- Really?

l couldn't tell.

- How about you and, uh...

- Oh, no.

Holly's totally straight.

We're super tight, though.

Starsky and Hutch tight.

- Okay.

Here you go.

Cheers.

- What are you doing here?

- l came back to the bar.

Rita told me what happened.

- You came back for me?

- Of course l came back.

lt's past midnight.

lt's officially your birthday.

- Technically,

it was my birthday yesterday,

but it's the thought

that counts.

- Your birthday's

on the 16th, Holly.

- Right.

Yesterday.

- No, today is the 16th.

- Today is my birthday?

- Happy birthday, you goofball.

l got the whole day planned.

Let's go get some sleep.

- Mm.

- Oh, don't forget your bag.

- Thank you.

- Doris.

- Thank you so much for coming.

- Of course.

- l had no right

to call you like this.

l do have friends.

l am not a weirdo.

- Stop apologizing.

lt's fine.

- l just couldn't deal

with any of them tonight.

- l don't sleep much anyway.

- lt's so late.

You must think l'm crazy.

- What happened?

- She was driving, not drunk,

and somehow lost control

of the vehicle

and smashed

into a telephone pole.

The car is totaled.

She's got a bunch

of broken bones,

and they won't let me see her.

- Okay, let's not panic

till the doctor comes out.

Coffee or tea?

- lt doesn't matter.

Thank you.

You're an angel.

- Who's this?

She's so big.

- You don't have to whisper.

She sleeps through earthquakes.

l got a call

from Addy's shrink's husband,

the shrink

l was telling you about.

Somehow they contacted

them first,

and then l had to pick up

Charlotte at a sleepover,

and by the time l got here,

they were already rushing her

into the operating room.

She was probably on the phone.

She gets so distracted.

And the last conversation

l had with her,

l was such a b*tch.

Let's talk about something else.

How are you feeling?

- l'm good.

- You're eating right?

Taking care of yourself?

- Since l last saw you,

l took a shower,

l had a soup and a salad,

and peed twice.

- And the father?

- What about him?

- Does he know?

- No.

- Are you gonna tell him?

- l thought l was, but,

uh, he won't call me back.

- Typical.

- lt's too bad,

'cause under

different circumstances,

l could almost see us together.

- Never say never.

- No, l mean really different

circumstances,

like an alternate universe.

He's a sweet guy.

- Handsome?

- Handsome.

- Married?

- Single.

- Rich?

- Very.

- Call him back.

- lt would never work.

Not with my past.

- l think you're

shortchanging yourself.

What you've done before

doesn't count.

lt's what you're going to do

from now on.

- Sounds nice.

But that's not the real world.

Anyway, l'm not even sure

l'm gonna have the baby, so...

- Are you with Miss Hunter?

- l'm her sister.

- The doctor says

you can come in,

but just one of you.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Where's Doris?

- Oh, uh, she went to talk

to the doctor.

She'll be back soon.

- Who are you?

- l'm Elektra.

- l'm Charlotte.

- l know.

lt's good to meet you.

You thirsty or anything?

- No.

Cigarette?

- l can't, thanks.

- You mind if l do?

- l don't think you're allowed

in here.

- We'll see.

Okay, l'll have one.

Thanks.

- Doris says some stores

carry a plastic replica

of your vagina.

- She said that?

- l didn't believe her.

- lt's true.

- Really?

- Yeah.

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