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- We are in so much--

Who was she, anyway?

I think we should all

go somewhere together.

Does this b*tch always talk

in exclamation marks?

We should all just go home.

This is gonna be what it's gonna be.

''If you ever put your hands

on me again...

I'm gonna snip your little nuts off

with my toenail clippers.''

I said that?

The dork!

Sh*t.

- Maddy, sweetheart, did I scare you?

- No, no. Get in here.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Okay. Come in.

Thank you.

Spica in Virgo.

AJune sky.

- How did you get here?

- I climbed.

No. I mean,

how did you find my house?

You dropped this.

Sorry, it's wet.

It's okay.

Do you have a dry shirt or something?

I'm really kind of wet.

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

- Thank you.

- So where do you live, anyway?

- Mostly in my head.

I'm just passin' through.

- That's not very safe, you know.

- I look in their eyes.

If I don't think it's safe,

I don't get in the car.

- How can you tell?

- It's a question of really looking.

Mad, pick it up.

Look, I heard what happened.

- Is that your boyfriend?

- Where are you?

Just call me.

I love you.

Here, put this on.

Thank you.

- So where do you go to school?

- Don't. I was thrown out.

- For what?

- For thinking for myself.

So tell me about Buttinger.

Is that his name?

God, I have never done anything

like that in my whole life.

Rita Faldes isn't even my friend.

None of those girls are.

That's what's so weird.

Well, she is now, for life.

- Do you mind?

- No, no, go ahead.

There's some beef jerky under that pile.

I can get you some.

It's okay.

Do you mind if I sleep

on your floor tonight?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Good.

- Good morning, hon.

- Yeah. Are you gonna eat that?

I was thinking about it.

Yeah.

Did Ethan stay over, Maddy?

It's only a girl.

- Who is she?

- She doesn't believe in stairs?

- Who is she?

- She's my drug dealer.

Thought I lost you.

- I don't even know your name.

- She says the next morning.

- Don't worry. You're not my type.

- Oh?

What's this?

That's my art stuff.

It's a camera.

Legs.

What about 'em?

That's what people call me.

I vault without poles.

That sort of thing.

What are you doing?

Come on. You're gonna fall.

- I'm not watching this. I'm not.

- Come and get it.

- I'm afraid of heights.

- Oh, how afraid? Are you this afraid?

Does this scare you?

Come on, Legs.

If it was that important to you,

you'd come get it.

- I wanna puke! Come on!

- Come on up here. Dance with me.

- No way!

- Come on.

Oh, boy.

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Don't worry.

Legs--

Don't! Come on.

Oh, God.

Careful!

Legs, it's not worth it.

Yeah, it is.

You don't--

It's okay.

Oh, God.

Give it to me.

Almost. Okay.

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