Forgetting the Girl Page #2
F***ing brain...
Hey.
Hi.
Do you wanna go camping?
Uh, Derek and me were...
Derek and I are going camping,
and we want you to go.
And I was thinking you could do
some of your nature photography.
You know, if you don't want to,
that is totally fine.
Please tell me
you're kidding, right?
Yeah. I was kidding.
You're kidding.
Yeah. I got you.
You got me.
I'm going to go set up now.
Okay.
Do you have
any pictures to show me?
Nah.
You never show me
your pictures.
They're just girls.
They're just...
head shots.
They're boring, Ruby.
They'd bore you.
Girls are nice.
You wouldn't like 'em.
Trust me, Ruby.
You wouldn't like any of 'em.
They're not dirty pictures,
are they?
Come on.
I've seen those magazines. I know what all
kinds of pictures they have out there.
They're not dirty.
You are crazy, Ruby.
You are a crazy old woman.
You shouldn't call me Ruby.
You should call me Grandma.
Ruby, can I see
the pictures of Nicole?
She wasn't supposed to be
called "Nicole," you know,
because that was
your mother's name.
I know.
But when she died,
we thought it was fitting.
Just a newborn baby,
and a little girl and all.
It was fitting she should
have your mother's name.
Oh, your mother...
I guess it was just
one of those things.
They said they
couldn't have known.
myself with little Nicole.
You're all I've got left.
F***.
It's not that you're
a bad guy or anything.
I mean, you seem like
you're really nice.
It's just...
I don't know...
like you seem
kind of like, um...
You know, like, with
the whole connection thing?
And then, plus, the mood
that I was in when we...
You know, um, I was kind of
acting something out.
I mean, you... you asked me out,
you know.
Why would you ask me out?
I mean, I don't...
I'm sorry.
It's not something that you
should do lightly, you know.
You know what?
Thank you for the head shots.
I, uh... Yeah, I have some, uh,
extra prints in here, if you want them.
And I ended up using one of them,
actually, for my flyer.
I hope that doesn't bother you.
Oh, no, it's fine.
And these are fine.
Yeah.
Um...
It is fine. It's gonna be fine.
It's totally fine.
It's, uh... Don't even
feel bad about it.
You know,
I know a lot of girls.
Um, it's just...
I felt... I felt like
we had a, uh...
Hey, Kevin.
I'm sorry.
Me too.
You know when you're in a museum
and you're looking at a painting,
and it's really
freaking you out?
It's all jagged and awful,
and it gets inside you?
Then you just turn your head
and walk through the door...
into another room
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