Mary Is Happy, Mary Is Happy Page #2

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I dunno. Just felt like coming to Paris.

I'm not that crazy even on my period.

I'm reasonable. But I follow my heart.

What are you doing there?

- Sleeping.

- Huh?

I've got major jetlag.

I'm learning about my likes and dislikes.

I don't like being alone like this.

If one day you all disappeared,

how would I go on with life?

Yeah, I worry about that too.

Keep page 11.

I read in a magazine "every day counts".

- What magazine?

- A French one.

- You read French?

- I read a dictionary.

Hey, start chatting, this is

costing me 100 baht a minute.

I really counted three fingers...

Condos, concrete, control. Bangkok again.

Why did I go to Paris?

Mary's welcome home party!

I hate social functions.

I never know anyone.

- Why are you hiding?

- Sh*t, you scared me.

Everyone keeps asking why I went to Paris.

But I don't know.

Just come out!

Unconscious.

Recently, my life's been so weird.

I do things without any reason.

Do you need a reason?

Like you wake up hungry for noodles.

There's no reason.

Right?

Noodles don't need a reason.

It's like being controlled.

Whatever.

Suddenly, a grasshopper on my arm.

See? Weird right?

I wanna eat some cake.

No cake on Fridays.

Closed.

Cake!

I wanna eat birthday cake, even

though it's not my birthday.

- I wanna eat birthday cake!

- Wait until next year!

B*tch! That's tear gas!

Folding paper triangles.

Why are you folding them?

Oh yeah...

Why?

Bought a whole lot of chinaware.

Wanna paint them!

What did you buy this for?

Suri is confused by the printer.

Hey, it's your name.

Sh*t...

Why me?

This is freaky.

Who's Nawapol?

- Hi, teacher.

- Hi.

I want you to...

Thank you.

You sound like you're leaving us.

I'm going to learn to be a stuntman.

Or maybe a comedian.

So busy teaching, forgot to learn.

I leave the yearbook in your hands.

Why did teacher leave?

Without any warning at all.

It's not so strange.

We gotta kick-ass on the yearbook.

Teacher left it to us.

This is our time.

Sh*t...

You talk like a movie.

Busy day today.

Two people a day?

Isn't it too much?

You wanted only magic hour.

How about half a person a day?

Is it too rushed?

Should be enough.

Left.

- More left.

- Hurry up.

I can't take it. The light's gone.

There's always tomorrow.

Let's chat.

What's your dream?

- I wanna open a sausage factory.

- You?

Personal motto?

Here's Gift's house.

Gift ran away from home.

When will she be back?

I don't know. She comes and goes.

Will she return tomorrow?

Where did she go?

Even her mom doesn't know.

How would I know?

Let's call Jane.

She's a psychic. I saw her on TV.

Hello, Jane?

She's in the Netherlands.

Copy the file to the computer.

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