One Percent More Humid Page #2

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If I had a brain, I know

this would be ill-advised.

It's the only cure. I've got

four older brothers, trust me.

I'm an a**hole.

Ugh!

Oh, yeah!

We're high!

It's coming up!

You guys want tomatoes or lettuce?

You guys notice this guy over

here just having a snack...

Whoa!

You should come back for dinner!

Hello! Does anybody even work here?

Oh, we've gotta go.

Oh, f***!

F***! Let's go! Sh*t.

That's for you, sir.

Hi, Iris.

Professor McCann, hi.

Um, how's the Forest?

Uh, the Forest is better

than you would think.

Um, I mean, it doesn't look great,

but it's what is inside that makes it hot.

What, it's spicy?

What? No.

Um...

Hey, Iris.

You remember that thing that

we were just talking about?

Yeah. Yes, I, um... Mmm-hmm.

- Yeah. What do you think about that?

- I...

I... You know, um...

Yeah, 'cause that's not

what you just said before.

What?

I'm sorry. I'm embarrassed.

Hey, what are you making me?

I don't know. What do you want?

First, turkey.

Oh, yeah. Um...

Wait, wait. I take that back.

I don't want you anywhere near

that industrial slicing machine.

Oh, sh*t.

Yes!

Are you sure we're

going to the right place?

Yes, it's this way.

No, I'm serious, Mae. Look at me. Come on.

Look at this!

Whoo!

Come on, Catherine!

Isn't it beautiful?

Iris.

It is I.

Adviser of the thesis.

Does this happen to you frequently?

It's happened before, yeah.

You should see a doctor.

Um...

You can sleep here on the couch.

Or I can drive you home.

Or I can call you a cab.

I'm upstairs. So you can...

You know, whatever, whatever you decide.

Um...

I'll be right back.

Okay, just a little bit.

Okay.

So, why are you home for the summer

instead of doing one of those

feed-the-homeless internships?

I don't wanna talk.

What's wrong? Are you okay?

Sorry, it's a loud door.

I'm here this summer because I

was in a car accident in March.

I'm here to be with my friend,

Catherine. She was the one driving.

Our best friend Mae, she was

killed in the crash.

She was in the passenger seat.

I don't know how to live like this.

I don't know...

I can't get my head around it,

and I can't accept it.

It just makes no sense.

Mmm.

It doesn't.

I'm here because I

thought I could tell you.

You can.

Hey!

- Can I just get some cheese?

- What?

You want bread with that?

Yeah, only if I can get

it in between the cheese.

I'd like to invert the typical

roles of sandwich ingredients,

thereby casting a

spotlight on the stagnancy

which has come to characterize

the American lunch.

Yeah, we have that. It's called the Tool.

Sweet. Awesome.

Hey, so guess what?

This evening, I'm gonna

have a special screening

of Silent Night, Deadly Night.

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