The Wretched Page #3

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- Hey! Wait!

- Hey!

Hold up.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Never have I ever been

skinny dipping.

Seriously, Dana?

You're so f***ing lame.

Alright, J.J.'s turn.

Never have I ever broken my arm.

- Aww.

- Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink!

- Alright.

- Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

- You do not have to drink that.

- Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

- Drink! Drink!

- Come on, drink it.

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink!

There's barely any room on here.

How am I supposed to

fit my name?

- You gonna tell me?

- I don't even know you.

I can't go divulging

my darkest secrets.

I'm very trustworthy.

You're very drunk.

Mm.

I fell out of

a second-story window.

I snuck into my neighbor's house

to steal some Vicodin.

I went in the medicine cabinet

and... they came home

so I climbed out the window.

That's... how you broke your arm?

- You jumped?

- I guess.

I barely remember that part.

- It was kinda stupid.

- It sounds pretty stupid.

Mm.

Alright, okay, your turn.

That is not the deal.

Ahh!

Fine.

This was a while ago.

Hannah Montana.

I, come on,

I, I bare my soul to you

and you give me Hannah Montana?

I wore an orange wig to school

all of fourth grade

and I made everybody call me

by my stage name.

Dakota Starcrush.

- And why? Why'd you stop?

- 'Cause the wig started to smell like butt.

That's pretty awesome.

You're pretty awesome.

Starkis crush, Starcrush.

Here.

It's water.

Here. Come on.

Are you coming?

I can't get my cast wet.

Sh*t.

Ooh, cold.

What's your name?

Whoa, hey, whoa.

Whoa, jeez. Ha.

- Come on.

- Now you've been skinny dipping.

Alright, okay, I get it.

Relax.

Eyes closed.

I can hear you swimming.

Marco.

Polo.

Hey, there, turtle dick.

Little cold in there, buddy?

Just give me my shirt.

Sorry.

It was just a dare.

You're such an a**hole.

- What? It's funny.

- You're just being a dick.

F*** off.

Oh.

Hey, sweetie.

I'm not tough as nails, mom.

Oh, it's okay, baby.

Come here.

Come in here.

- Better?

- Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Oh, God.

Hey, are you okay?

I've been looking all over

goddamn everywhere for you.

Hey, did you, did you see her?

What? Who?

It was the neighbor. I..

Where were you?

I was, I was at a party.

Come on.

Ben!

Sorry.

I had a terrible night,

if it's any consolation.

I raised you better

than this sh*t. Come on, Ben.

- You're smarter than this.

- You and mom raised me.

Maybe you both should

stop patting

yourselves on the backs,

alright?

I just missed

a stupid f***ing dinner.

Sit!

You are going to apologize.

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