Do you remember that one time that I…No, but do you recall that thing that I…You don’t know what you’re talking about, it really happened like…I don’t know why I even try to…When was the last time you ever…I do all the time, it’s you that…fuck you…see?…You always make me…I don’t do…You know that I…Yeah, I do.

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Hey, take Gramma outside. Get her out of here. Oh my god! Jason!
What’s going on?
She thinks I made ‘im do it.
What are you talking about Gramma?
Your brother. He did it ‘imself.
Wonder where those sirens are headed?
I did it, didn’t I?
What did you do Gramma?
I told ‘im he didn’t have the guts. Your Grampa said that to a guy in the Navy once.
Jesus. Did you do something to Jason?
I made ‘im shoot. Oh God, I made ‘im shoot.

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I can’t believe I had to come pick you up like this. What ever happened to never wanting to speak to me again?
…
Fine. Don’t speak. I’m sure you’ll just say you were too fucked up again when you call me begging for forgiveness tomorrow.
…
Really? Nothing?
I…
Oh don’t bother. I’m just going to take you home.
You…
Don’t worry about me. Give me your phone.
…
There, I deleted my number. Don’t ever call me again.
But…
No more of your late night booty calls at my apartment. You’re pathetic. Be a man.
But I…
Shut up or I’ll kick you out here. I never want to see you again.
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