Moth Page #3

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garden.

Tell you I'm not amazed by this

place.

Thora?

Thora?

Thora?

Okay.

She's asleep, I should do, I

guess.

Okay, shut this, shut this.

Heard something from the garden

I think.

Oh.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Sh*t.

Thora wake up!

Wake up!

Sh*t.

Wake up.

F***.

F***.

What the hell?

Not a good joke, it's not a

good joke, it's not a good joke.

Sh*t.

Is anyone there?

Who's there?

Who's there?

F*** you, idiot!

F*** you!

Sh*t.

Think you're funny?

- Maybe it was an animal,

or a homeless by the window.

- And they just happened

to try and sneak a peek

in the middle of the night,

right?

- No idea.

- Did you see the footage?

Did you see the footage?

- Yeah, yeah, I told you I saw

it, okay?

I don't know what that was

or what you might have heard.

- I saw it and I heard it.

Probably it was another guest

with a bad sense of humor, but

it was 2am,

can you believe that?

- Were you scared?

- No I wasn't.

- You weren't?

- I don't know how you would

have reacted.

- Whatever.

I slept pretty well.

- I'm happy for you.

How far are we from our

destination?

- If the map is right then this

road

and the right by the signpost.

- Right by the signpost, great.

- Come on, Adam.

Don't get all pissed off about

it.

It happens.

Maybe just there were someone

messing around in our dorm.

Or maybe there were some kids

who just couldn't sleep.

- Maybe.

Whatever.

Someone from the university?

- No.

It was my mother.

- Would you like to talk

about it or something?

- First time I met her was

when I was 18 years old.

She bailed you know when I was

born.

And then she just reappeared

from nowhere

after my graduation.

She brought me some flowers

and a box of chocolates.

Get this?

I never even seen her

in my whole childhood

and she just brings me

some f***ing chocolate.

And I've hated chocolate ever

since.

Do you even know a woman

who doesn't like chocolate?

I don't think so.

- My mother hated it.

- Really?

- Yeah.

She passed away.

- When?

- Three years ago.

She was sick.

- I'm so sorry.

- Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

- Ah, what is he doing

in the middle of the road?

- Sh*t.

Okay okay okay.

What is he saying?

- He's saying something.

- What?

- What?

I can't hear you!

Are you okay?

A**hole.

- Okay okay okay.

- What?

- Be careful, be careful.

- He's trying to say something.

- What?

- Are you okay?

- Sh*t.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Get back to the car, Thora.

- Everything's alright.

This guy was crazy.

- Wow, wow.

Are we lost?

- No, we are not lost.

- I think we are lost.

- We're not lost, okay?

This road is not familiar,

that's it.

We can get those into use

tomorrow, no need to hurry.

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