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and everyone thought

it was so funny.

Like, I wore my blazer, and...

God, everyone was so wasted.

- You're too sensitive.

That's your problem.

- What are you talking about?

I'm saying it was fun.

- You've always been

too sensitive.

That's why you're terrible

at sports.

- What are you ta-

I'm fine at sports.

- No, you're not.

- I'm good at soccer.

- Terrible.

. Rm Okay)'-

- Don't sugarcoat, Max.

That way, you'll know when

you're truly good at something.

[police siren blaring]

Hmm.

Nice, son.

[fires squealing]

[glass shattering]

[faint singing in background]

II:

[door creaks open]

[Romeo Void's

Never Say Never playing]

- That's never

Never say never I

[rock music]

- Hi, guys.

F.

[indistinct conversation]

F.

. HEY-

That-that was a fantastic show.

- Aw, thanks, man.

- Fantastic.

- I appreciate that.

What's your name again?

We've met before, right?

- Yeah, Robert.

- Hi, Robert.

Yeah, that's right.

- I'm the sub bass tech.

- I don't know what that means.

- It's all right.

It's a sub bass technician.

I'm subbing for Niles.

- Well, nice seeing you.

Thanks for helping out

with the tour and stuff.

- Hey, listen, I'm-l'm gonna be

a part of the crew

full-time now.

Yeah, I mean, I did a stint-

- Don't leave right now,

Robert.

- Hey, sweetheart,

how you doing?

- I'm good.

- You good?

- Yeah.

- That was a great show.

- Thanks.

- You look good.

Yeah.

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Okay, so the guy I was

talking to over there-

this is so weird.

He was in that Dre video I shot,

like, in Moscow,

like a year ago, right?

He used to weigh 400 pounds.

It's so weird.

I'm sorry, man,

I'm, uh, Paul.

- This is Robert.

- Nice to meet you, Robert.

You okay?

- Yeah.

- Cool.

Um, you want to meet him?

He's a good guy.

You should meet him.

He knows Lulu.

- I'm tired, babe.

I'm tired.

- Come on.

It'll take two seconds.

Really quick, I promise.

- I don't want to right now.

- Okay, look.

Some people are starting

to think you're antisocial.

Let's just go.

Come on.

Nice meeting you, man.

Cheers.

- Bye, Robert.

II:

- The man Walked until his feet

told him no more.

Then he found a shaded

piece of ground

under a stand of pinons.

He slid his pack from

his wet shoulder to the ground,

unhitched his gun belt,

and he sat.

The high desert stretched

in front of him to the east,

and to the West,

he could see the foothills

of the Sierra Adula,

patches of glistening snow

and thirsty spruces

preening in the midday sun.

It had been six days

since he left (Shaves County,

and he should have made it

through the pass by now.

- Hey, Dad.

- Reaching for his canteen

and shook it.

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