Sebbe Page #2

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- What are you doing?

- Hi.

- What's up?

- Is your mom at home?

- Why?

- I want to talk to her.

Mad about the fag thing in school?

No, get your mother. It's freezing.

- Why do you want to see her?

- Never mind, Kenny.

Hey, Mom!

Sebbe...

Sebbe?

- Hello.

- Hello.

Is something wrong?

No, but I can't accept this gift.

Why not? It's your birthday present.

But, Sebbe...?

I think you'd be better off

without me.

I'll get you a birthday present.

What do you want?

A moped, maybe? That'll be great.

Yeah, right.

Actually, I don't want anything, Mom.

Can you open the door, or...?

Come on, open it!

Are you still mad about school?

It was just a joke.

Open the door, please.

Look who's here! My boyfriend.

Hi, Sebbe. Got a cig?

Can I have a coke?

I bet I can get him to start smoking.

- That wimp?!

- Right, Sebbe? I can make you smoke.

Leave me alone... Shut up.

Don't mess with me. Beat it!

Guys, even better! I bet

I can shove a cig up his ass.

- The jerk will do it for free.

- Don't f*** with me.

- You don't think I will...?

- Show us!

- Sure!

- Don't touch me!

- Let go of me!

- F***ing a**hole is like an eel.

- Let go! Sh*t, let go of me!

- Look at him! Look!

- He's f***ing lost his mind.

- Hell, stay still!

- Let go of me!

- The bastard can't shut up...

- ... as if he's taking it up his ass!

- Hell, stop it!

Here you are.

- Aren't you going to open it?

- Yes.

Thanks, Mom.

Try it on.

- Does it fit well?

- Yes, it's perfect.

Let's see, do like this...

- Is it too big? No...

- No.

Sh*t, the porridge!

Oops!

Can you believe you're 15?

Yes, it's great!

What's wrong?

I just wish your dad was here.

But never mind. Cheers!

No!

- What?

- What is it?

- Aren't you going to bed?

- In a minute.

What did you say?

You're just like your dad.

You're as quiet as he was.

I sometimes dream about him.

The last time I saw him

he was wearing a red fleece sweater.

Do you remember it?

It's so strange.

Every time I dream about him

he talks a lot with me.

He's not quiet at all.

Come on! I finally made it work!

- Are you coming?

- No.

It wasn't a red fleece sweater.

It was a red jacket.

What are you talking about?

I hardly remember

what he looked like.

- Give me my jacket, f*ggot!

- What are you doing?

Give it to me. You took it from

our laundry-room. Give it to me!

- I didn't take your f***ing jacket.

- Yes, you did! From our laundry-room.

- Bullshit! My mom gave it to me.

- No way.

- What's wrong, boys?

- He stole my jacket.

- No, I did not!

- Yes, you did!

- He stole my jacket.

- I didn't steal any jacket.

- How do you know it's yours?

- A reflector tag is in the pocket.

- In what pocket?

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