In the Radiant City Page #2

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Man, we ain't

going to be friends.

Definitely not.

Don't smoke up

my ass with this...

- Think about...

- Laura is great sh*t.

Laura is great, dude.

Come on.

At least made me believe

you're either

lying or you are as delusional

as they are.

I know exactly

what you're doing.

Telling me what you think

I want to hear,

so I'll do whatever it is

you want me to do.

Man, you think I'm stupid?

You think I'm stupid, don't you?

I've been here before, man.

Stood in this exact same spot,

and let men with more years

than you walk all over me now,

but god damn

if I f***ing do it again.

Fine. I ain't doing it.

Oh, you done?

'Cause if you're done, I'm gonna

talk now and you can listen.

Okay, all right.

This isn't about you. Okay?

Or Laura, or your mother,

or any of that other sh*t.

Who cares?

You should care.

He did this to himself.

Just would you go see him?

Why would I do that?

People change.

- You think so?

- No, look.

In case you change your mind.

Let's just get this over with.

Hey.

Got a light?

Any luck?

What?

Clearly, you want something.

Yeah, I do.

What do you want?

Beer, liquor or what?

Root beer.

Well, all right.

Whatever.

I need two.

Anything else?

Want a double chambered Slurpee?

They got them here.

Pretty rare.

Sure?

You're missing out.

Packet of Marlboro

and lights too, please.

- Thanks.

- You got it.

Now, I can't leave

you here like that.

I'm fine, thanks.

No,

this isn't a safe place

for a girl to be alone.

With beer...

In a mini skirt.

It's just past

Sharon Copley road.

You know the hatchery?

You know where you're going?

- Yup.

- Okay.

It's just... you're

not from here.

Really?

I'd have seen you around.

I guess you're right.

Okay.

You're definitely

not the city boy.

I can figure that much.

I usually drive

a lot faster than this.

In case you're wondering.

Nice try.

- What?

- Changing the subject.

You're talking to a pro.

I do it with my mum

all the time.

Where does mommy think

you are tonight?

She doesn't think anything.

Uh... if she saw you walk out

of the house dressed like that

you can be sure as sh*t

she's thinking something.

Hmm, like what?

Like, where's the rest

of her skirt?

It's not that short.

"Growing out of her clothes

so quickly.

I don't know what's going on?"

"Buy some one day,

next day she can't fit in it."

Hey!

You not walking home

tonight, are you?

Hmm, that's sweet.

Come on.

I'll be fine, thank you.

I wasn't offering

to give you a ride.

Oh, good.

Thank you then.

Get the beer from here.

Let me pull up a little bit.

I got it. I'm fine.

Thanks for the ride.

No problem.

Did you wanna come?

That's sweet.

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