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So's killing a man.

But what's she gonna think of you?

Zola, remember.

Hunter, not Kyle. Hunter.

Hello, I'm Zola.

- Where is he?

- You can go.

I'm not gonna just leave you here.

With some stranger?

Son of an old friend.

For your safety.

Bullshit

and I can take care of myself.

- I let you say goodbye.

- No need.

How'm I gonna know you're okay?

You're not.

Deal is, I give up my life,

my whole life, school, friends,

everything, everything.

And in return,

you don't come see me,

don't call me, don't do anything.

Just stay away.

I screwed up,

keep screwing up, I know that,

but I don't know

what else to do...

You can leave.

So I'm here, okay?

Whoever you are.

You come near me, I taser your ass.

So that makes two of us.

- I got you food.

- Call someone who gives.

I'd really like to explain.

Please come out.

Inviting.

What?

This time go to Barneys,

get Manolos or whatever

sick-expensive kind Sloan

and her bimbots loved.

Everything you say to me about her,

everything I see,

tells me she's not the kind.

Prada, then.

To be bought.

I'm not trying to buy her.

You are. And she'll hate that.

So what, then?

What do you know about her?

You must think about her.

Me know you see who she is.

Go on. Think.

It's like you don't even know me.

This whole thing is all kinds of mess.

It's just a bad scene.

There's nothing remotely good

and I miss everybody.

I miss being able to go out and

get deli coffee whenever I want.

And the clinic.

And everything that made me me.

No, it's way screwed up and

he thinks he can give me a few presents

and, like, that fixes everything.

I know it's just for a little while,

but I'm hating it.

I hate missing school, hate my dad,

just hate hating.

And I know it's life or death

but I've been saving for

that Machu Picchu trip for three years.

You know, the first thing

I did in my life just for me,

just because I wanted to.

Lindy-Lindy journeys to

a wonder of the world

and finally seizes her moment and...

Jesus, what's your problem?

What's with the mask?

I didn't want to freak you out.

Sure. The ski mask

didn't freak me out.

I, uh, I-I got you Jujyfruits.

Can I ask you something?

Why am I here?

Because you need to be protected.

But I can take care of myself.

You don't even know me.

But my Dad and-and-and your Dad...

I know, his mysterious

"friend from the past."

He wanted someone

they couldn't trace you to.

He's scared out of his mind

something will happen to you.

Because of how much he loves you.

Which he kept saying

over and over.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Thanks for the Jujyfruits.

You're welcome.

The thinking thing killed. Killed.

Dear Lindy, I've been

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