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Thank you, for taking care

of your mother.

It's no problem.

I wish I could be there.

You know how much

it means to me.

Where are you? It's loud.

Hotel lobby, honey.

Sounds like...

Remember when we used to

go to the movies

on the Fourth of July?

Daddy?

Yeah, baby?

Nothing.

Should I call you later?

No, don't call;

it will wake her up.

I love you, baby.

I love you too.

Bye, bye.

Bye.

Dexter, what you doing?

If you wanna come pick me up

for a little while, you can.

But only for like 15 minutes.

Yeah, baby.

Fifteen minutes all I need.

You're so nasty.

Just come, okay?

Alright, I'll be right there.

Bye.

So, why'd you change your mind?

Changed my mind. No reason.

There's always a reason.

So, you can get off

this subject now.

Wow. Okay.

If you're gonna act all bitchy,

I'll take you home.

You'll take me however I am.

And don't call me a b*tch.

- I did not call you a b*tch.

- Yes, you did.

I said you were acting bitchy.

I wouldn't call you a b*tch.

I never call a woman a b*tch.

You call

your mother a b*tch.

That's my mother.

Alright. Starting over.

Commercial break. La-di-da.

Where you wanna go?

You wanna go to the park?

I don't like the park.

Then where?

You don't wanna

see the fireworks.

Don't wanna go to the park.

Where you wanna go?

Don't wanna go nowhere.

I hate this town.

You told me on the computer

the first night we met.

You said you had a friend

you used to fool around with?

Yeah.

What was his name?

Todd.

Todd... That's right.

How come you don't

speak to him anymore?

I just never really...

Once middle school came,

he started acting weird.

Like a f*ggot?

Yeah, I guess.

Wearing flamboyant clothes?

Yeah...

And he started

hanging out with all girls.

I wonder what

he's doing tonight?

He's probably out.

I know he goes to Chez.

- The bar Chez?

- Yeah.

And they don't beat the sh*t

out of him at school?

I guess people

just leave him alone

because he's too weird

or something.

Do people leave you alone?

Yeah, I guess.

I don't really talk a lot.

- Wanna go and see him?

- No!

C'mon!

We're only five minutes away.

I don't want to do that.

So you're not scared

to meet some guy

you just met

on the computer.

But you're scared

to see someone--

- I don't want to know him.

- Why not?

I don't know.

When we were 13,

he was still pretty normal.

I know 'cause,

he used to be on the swim team

and I used to dive.

I wasn't really talking

to him or anything.

We had this swim coach,

and he was

the diving coach too...

I had a funny feeling

about him.

- Fag?

- Yeah.

What?

No, go on.

I'm anticipating the story.

Go on.

One night my mom was really

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