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They're your memories.

Well, I have a long night ahead,

I'll save some for Angel.

Angel isn't going to come.

I think he is.

If he's not here by now,

he's not coming.

It would have been strange

if he showed up.

He must have changed his mind.

I don't understand.

How about some mojitos?

I saw plenty of mint outside.

Cool. Let's light the campfire.

Cova, wanna come with me?

- We need to clean up.

- No, go ahead.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

What's wrong?

No, it's Angel...

I don't understand.

Sara, not again.

You don't understand.

This was all his idea.

What?

It was Angel's idea.

Gathering us all here tonight

was Angel's idea?

He had me call everyone

so you would all come,

but it was his idea.

Why would he do all this

if he wasn't planning to come?

How could you, Sara?

You're making him sound sane,

and he isn't.

He was better the last time

I saw him.

I hope we don't regret this.

Okay, this is taking.

Have you seen any falling stars?

Sirius is missing.

Excuse me?

Sirius should be right there,

in the dog constellation.

And it's not.

Jesus, you must be pretty drunk!

I'm not kidding around.

It's the brightest star in the sky

and it's not there.

You're quite an artist.

I worked in a bar

for a long time.

To pay for your yachting license?

Not exactly.

Who are you?

- I'm Eva. And you?

- Eva, right

I imagine you probably are

the first.

- What?

- What are you doing here?

What about you?

Why did you come?

To make sure everybody else

is as screwed up as you are?

Smart girls really turn me on.

You look like just about anything

turns you on.

Not anything.

Something is missing.

I don't know what.

A little shame?

A little what?

I think it's sad that Cova

has to put up with this.

Don't worry about Cova.

Except that she's watching us.

- Here.

- What's this?

You don't remember?

Write down all the bad stuff

you want to get rid of

and throw it in the fire.

Poof, goodbye grief.

You got your campfire,

spare us the self-help bullshit.

We always did this

on St. John's Eve.

- That isn't tonight.

- But tonight is magical too.

There's a meteor shower.

The tears of St. Laurence!

Really!

Enough with the tears already.

What I do remember

is everybody getting naked.

Excuse me, the only one

who got naked was you.

Really? I think your memory

is failing you.

There!

That's for my mother dying!

No more hospitals this year!

Would you stop acting

like a retard?

Why? We have to put our problems

behind us.

It's St. John's Eve!

You too, Rafa.

Come on, here we go.

That's for your company

going under!

- You're looking to get smacked.

- Rafa...

What's wrong?

Isn't anybody else going

to make a wish?

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