Guter Junge Page #4

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Blouses?

Dress.

Heilwater. She wants another child.

Something sensible.

Leave me alone with that sh*t.

If it was so easy. Passion is waiting.

Yeah?

I have to talk with you.

I hear you.

When I was in your shoes,

I would shut the door.

Tell him what he had done with you.

Open your mouth.

Tell what he has done with you.

Come and sit down.

Sven.

Come back to home.

Why? I am doing homework.

You are coming home, right now!

Open it.

Where is it?

I want see that f***ing

video tape, right now.

Good!

Open it!

A casting agency is looking for actors.

Do you want to join?

I guess so. What have I to do?

Introduce yourself first. What's your name?

My name is... uuhh... Patrick and... yeah..

Can you make a happy face?

Okay.

Can you make a sad face.

Just imagine that somebody has died.

If my father had died?

Yes. For example.

Okay.

So?

Super.

Cold, cold, cold, cold.

Warmer.

You getting warmer. Rather hot.

I have seen you.

Do you open the door?

In a moment.

Maybe you know a magic word.

Breaking.

Cool, isn't it.

Completely.

And that is your office?

Yeah. That's my agency desk.

Cool.

To be safe.

Oohh.

Do you want to see my ass?

But not showing to anybody, he?

Can you kiss?

You disgusting a**hole.

Sven! Sven. Wake up! Wake up!

Sven! Spit it out!

Yeah. Again.

Everything will be alright.

You are familiar with fairy tales?

Then you know what the dumb-ass,

the donkey, told the other

Everything is better than Death.

Darkness is everywhere.

'For rent'

Is this everything?

It is extinguishing.

It's not so fast extinguishing.

I have never done something

he did not like.

Are you serious?

When you love someone...

you can't hurt him.

Who love who here?

You don't have a clue about love.

It got nothing to do with love.

It is disabuse.

Sexual disabuse.

They could lock you up for it.

At some closed institution or jail.

Maybe it is better this way.

Sven!

Would you throw away your entire

life for such as stupid thing?

Hey....Son.

We will get it right.

Promise me that you will not

meet that Patrick anymore.

Do you promise me that?

His mother will report you if she

sees the two of you together.

Fortunately, he did not

tell her everything.

So... no playing grounds anymore.

And no place where little

boys are wandering.

No more school?

You would like that, isn't it?

Internet is also taboo.

Ta ta ta ta.

Nah? How do I look?

Julia. You look marvelous.

It fits you very well.

Am I interrupting?

What's happened?

Did he have a fight?

Did you beat him?

What's going on?

I think it's better if we don't see

each other for a while.

Are you kidding me?

I have these cloths...

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