So I give cell phones blow-jobs, huh? What kind of shit is that?
- Like hell I do! - We know you do, you cunt!
- Why don't you just admit it? - I've never said that!
- Like hell. I know you have! - Shall we burn your hair off?
- What are you doing? - We're just consoling Emma.
Sure you are. Leave. You can't hang out here.
THE RAW ZONE
Aren't you having breakfast?
- No, I'm going. - I'll give you a ride.
Do I look like I'm 13? See ya'.
Remember about this evening, okay?
- Check out Christina's ass. - You fucking stay away from that.
Hi, girls. All right? How's it goin'?
- Hi. - Coming to the party tonight?
- I doubt we're invited. - I asked if you're coming.
- We'll need something to smoke. - Try this.
- I think I can find something. - Okay, cool.
- See ya'. - Yeah, bye.
Here...
I got two of these. Want one?
Let me see... Sure, man. You can have the other one back.
Thanks.
Hey, girls...
- Looking for someone? - The circus is in town.
Lost your way?
I'm supposed to start in some jive-ass class in this shitty school.
- Looks like I found it. - Watch your mouth.
Fine, then get off my back.
Pernille... Be quiet and sit down.
You're allowed to write more than a page -
- even though the theme is "How to be Specific".
It's also possible to be proficient without writing about sex -
- even though I'm impressed you succeeded, Pernille.
- "Hemingway and masturbation"? - My dildo's named "Hemingway".
Short and to the point.
I've got one that's bald-headed. I named it after you.
- You want to sit up front, too? - Nope.
You got a "D". You missed the point.
This would have been excellent if you'd bothered to finish it, Christina.
Okay, I will.
Why do you hand in something like that? Boy, I'm tired of you two.
- I found this one out in the hall. - You're Anja, right? Welcome.
Whore.
You came from... Gentofte School?
You can learn everyone's name later. Sit with Trine and share her book.
We're here.
We're reading "Life is a Dream" on page 37...
"Life is a Dream"...You know the reason for my profound pain
you know every thought in my breast.
I hold on to you with heart and soul
O, be faithful to me in pain and in desire.
My proud hope I did see burst like bubbles
O, let me not lose friendship, too.
How old do you think H.C. Andersen was when he wrote this poem?
Hi...
Hi.
I hope you're good and hungry.
Smells pretty good, doesn't it?
I've got to go. I'm going over to Trine's.
What? Why haven't you told me before now?
- It's a date I made a long time ago. - And you can't postpone it?
Nope.
- You can't postpone it? - No.
- Can't we just eat it tomorrow? - And I sit alone with a sandwich?
Isn't that a new blouse?
- It's just a new one I got. - Where from?
It's Cecilie's. We trade clothes.
She gets something of mine, I get something of hers.
- Say when. - Stop... Stop! Are you crazy, man?
- Want a mixer? - No, I'll drink it straight.
- She'll just fill it to the brim. - She'll spill it, man.
- Isn't this cool? - Is it from H & M?
- No. Is it cool, I said. - Yeah, with that alarm there.
- At least I don't look like a whore. - Fuck you, man.
- What's going on with you and Shaid? - Nothing.
- You two going out? - No... Yes. Hell if I know.
- You're crazy about him. - I just fucked him, that's all.
- You're mega-crazy about him. - He's so coked-up.
That Nick can score anything.
- Nikolaj? - Yeah.
I've seen them stoned on a little of everything.
Psychopaths!
Shaid's just sent me the address. Bellis Way.
- Where's that? - Beat's me.
- Around the corner. - You don't have a clue.
It's just around the corner, like 7-Eleven.
- I'll ask him where. - How would he know? That airhead.
It's 'cause he's on coke.
- Hi, girls, come on in. - Thank you.
- Cecilie. - Nete.
Lise's looking forward to seeing you. You can put your jackets there.
There's a table for presents in here...
We'll wait till later, so we can all sign the birthday card.
- Lise's gotten so many nice gifts. - Who the hell's Lise?
- There's a beer for each of you. - Thank you.
- Yo, ladies. Didn't think you'd come. - This is one dead party.
C'mon, there's plenty of action.
- Nikolaj is holding the party. - Shut it, jerk. Lise's in my class.
Wanna come? We're just gonna check something out...
- I'll go line up. - Let's go out here...
We'll be back in a sec, girls.
What're you doing? What's going on here?
- Go have a chat with Lise's mom. - What a cow.
- She's nice. - Someone keep an eye on the door.
Yes! Awesome!
- What is it? - Some left-overs my brother gave me.
- You'll be okay. - You'll be really okay.
If you don't want yours, I'll take it.
- Hello? This isn't a live show. - Wanna come along to the bathroom?
How weak can you get, man?
- I don't really feel anything. - Don't you?
It takes a minute. Wait with taking more, if you've never tried it.
- Why? - 'Cause it's...
- You coming, Nikolaj? - Yeah... See you later.
- Where's Cecilie? - Upstairs with Shaid. Where's Nikolaj?
Try looking outside.
Hello? Are you finished soon?
- Hi. - Hi.
- I need to piss! - Shh! Keep quiet!
Pardon me for asking, but who invited you girls?
- Lise did. - Lise?
Yeah.
I'm the one who's Lise.
Hi... That's right. Hi!
- Is there something wrong? - She's been out there 10 minutes.
Hello?
- You came without knowing anyone? - Right.
- Hello, is there something the matter? - I'll be done in two seconds.
Sounds like she's finished.
- Are you okay? - I just had to change my tampax.
You're welcome to go in the bedroom and rest, if you like.
- What's going on? - Take a number, you cow!
Are you insane? You don't fucking talk to me like that!
Hello, we're outta here!
Mom!
What was her problem? Why the fuck was she yelling like that?
Her mom was such an asshole!
You and Lise's mom are tight, like this.
- Did you hear her dissing Shaid? - Would you roll down the window?
And that mother: "Lise received such nice presents."
Yeah, panties with Snoopy on them. As though we cared.
- Pretty, huh? - Would you open that window?
- Is she ill? - No, she's fine. We're all just fine.
- Sit up straight. - Boy, are you wasted.
Trine...? I think she's about to throw up.
- Do you have any money? - No, I thought you did.
I don't have any.
Have you got any money?
That will be 108 kroner, please.
Hey, I asked for 108 kroner.
What... if...
...I gave you a kiss?
Out! Get out, god dammit. Get out!
Get out of here! Out!
I don't believe you did that.
- Bye-bye, taxi driver! - Hey, Trine, how about a nightcap?
Hey, what's up? Have you moved into the school?
- Fuck! What happened? - I just hit my head on the cupboard.
- At home? - Yeah, what do you think?
- Are you coming? - After I finish this smoke.
- Hi, Christina. - What's up?
- You really got it on last Friday.
That fucking mother whore flipped out big-time.
She went totally amok.
- You got a light? - It depends...
- On what? - You get a light if I get a kiss.
- Did you fall and hit your head? - No kiss, no light.
- Isn't Cecilie your girlfriend? - And...?
- She's my best friend, spass. - Leave her out of this.
I just think you're really cute. How about us two?
Relax, I was just kidding. Come over here... Just a hug.
Get the fuck out of here!
Hi...
That party was fun, huh?
You don't know if Shaid's here yet, do you?
Nope. It might have been him I saw on my way in, but I'm not sure...
Don't you think he's gone to class?
Yeah, could be... Come.
- That looks disgusting! - I'm so hungry.
It looks like something I threw up.
- So long as it's not fattening. - I hear sperm's fattening.
This isn't a result of fast food.
What was his name? Wasn't it Jonas?
Jonas... and Kim.
Should we clean out the locker room tonight during senior gymnastics?
Cool.
We haven't done it for ages. My dad will flip out if we're busted.
Don't worry, we won't be.
- I'm supposed to see him tonight. - Fuck that, you're coming.
- Is it me, or do I smell punk shit? - Smells more like a rich bitch.
I think it smells like welfare cases. But maybe I'm imagining things...
If I ever get an ass like that, you better shoot me!
Hello? Keep quiet.
I'll just be a minute...
What the heck...?
Well, I'll be damned!
- Hi. - Hi...
- Is this where there's handball? - Handball?
No, that's on Thursdays. On Wednesdays it's just us.
- Oh, I guess I got lost. - I think so, too...
Just a minute...
- Yes? - Do you have an extra cigarette?
- Sure. - Thank you.
Oh, Look? That's my favorite brand, too. That's what I smoke.
That's nice.
Thanks.
- Bye. - Bye-bye.
- Well? - What the hell are you doing?
- Lucky you had her favorite brand. - Have you lost your minds?
You got a Look for me?
- You better return those things. - What?
That lady lives on my street and I think she recognized me.
So what? Look what Cecilie found.
- Come on, it's useless. - The senile cow wrote down her code.
- Let's go, before the shops close. - Yeah, let's.
What're you doing?
That stuff's got to go back, or they'll bust us.
Fuck you. You can just stay here with your smokes -
- or find someone's boyfriend to have some fun with.
It's Kirsten... Hello...?
Christina, is it you?
- We'll have to do that again. - Yeah, 100%. It was hysterical.
Hi...
Trine? Check this out.
- Pretty cool. - Yeah, isn't it?
Please open your textbooks to page 39. Anja, get those feet down.
- May I borrow Christina? - Yes, of course.
Christina, Børgesen and I have something serious to discuss with you.
The evening school had a break-in yesterday.
Many personal items were stolen, including a credit card -
- on which 4,500 kroner were withdrawn.
Is this something you know something about?
Nope.
An elderly lady said she saw a young girl in the locker room.
- I didn't take anything. - So what were you doing there?
- What are you talking about? - Christina, you were recognized.
The question is whether you want to take the rap alone.
- I didn't take any credit card. - If it wasn't you, who was it?
Who was it, then?!
We can keep the police out of this if you tell us now.
It was Trine...
...and Pernille...
- And Cecilie. - Who?
- Cecilie. - And you.
- I didn't take any credit card! - But you participated.
Okay, Christina...
- We'll have to speak to your father. - You said you'd keep him out of this.
The police, not your parents.
Fuck.
Thanks for the loan.
I'll also have to borrow Pernille, Trine and Cecilie.
So all we're lacking is the 4,500. What do you propose to do about that?
- We'll have to raise the money. - That's 1,500 per man.
- What?! - 4,500, divided by 3.
- Christina was in on it, too! - Not the money, as far as I know.
She sure was. I'm not paying a thing!
Young lady, we're giving you a chance to keep this off your record.
- Fuck that! - We were just playing handball!
Hello? I'm going to have to speak to your parents.
You do that. As if they cared.
- Relax, we'll get the money together. - Good! Tomorrow, 8 a.m.
And of course your parents will be contacted.
- Yeah, just try it. - Cecilie, sit down!
Here comes the pressure, man.
You're quarantined for the annual school party. Get out of my office!
- Fuck that party! - Watch your language!
- These are mine. - Hello? Put that down! Put it down!
Hey, Christina, get rid of that cigarette. You know better.
- Fucking stool pigeon! - I warned you!
- We didn't know you were a traitor. - We'd never have been found out.
- We'd never have been found out? - It seems you were found out.
Come on, girls... Now. Come on.
Do you take turns being losers, or what?
JUST WAIT FUCKING STOOL PIGEON
What the hell are you doing?
- What's this? - It's clothes.
New clothes.
So what? It's not mine, it's Cecilie's.
- You'll have to do better than that. - What do you mean?
- You steal stuff? - No!
- Where's this from? - It's not mine.
- Why's it in your closet? - Why were you in my closet?
- Finding stolen goods! - Where's it say it's stolen?
- Where'd Cecilie get it? - I don't know.
You think I'm stupid? Your school told me you'd been stealing -
- and I find this in your closet! What happened?
- It wasn't me. - No, you haven't done anything!
You behave. I won't have the school telling me you steal.
- Then I find this! - You've no right to be there!
- I what? - You've got no right!
You fucking bet I do!
- Who says it's stolen. - You stop this now. You stay here!
Don't leave the room when I'm speaking to you.
You stay away from Cecilie and Trine. Is that understood?
Do you understand?!
Yeah.
- I didn't quite hear you. - I said yes!
Good... I trust you mean it.
I don't think yelling at you is much fun, either -
- but somehow I'm glad we've had this little talk.
Damn it, Christina... Pull yourself together.
I want you to prepare -
- Klaus Rifbjerg's "To Love" for tomorrow. Okay?
You smoke?
Want one?
You think we're tight since you pissed Cecilie off?
I just asked if you wanted a smoke.
Would you mind closing the door, Christina?
Good, it looks like we're all here. Cecilie, if you don't mind...
Yeah, just relax.
There's no gymnastics today -
- so maybe we can play some kind of ball game. Any suggestions?
- Yeah, dodge-ball. - Good idea. What do you others think?
Dodge-ball it is. Cecilie, you choose one team -
- and Anja, you choose the other.
I'll take Trine.
I'll take Josephine.
- Pernille. - I'll take Julie.
Anna.
- Lisbeth. - Marie.
- Lea. - Caroline.
- Michelle. - Natasha.
Well, I guess I'll take Christina.
- Shall I take her, or what? - Amalie, you're on Cecilie's team.
Okay, let's start.
- Ow, dammit! - Relax, bitch!
- Ow, god dammit! - What's your problem, fuckface?
What're you girls doing?! Are you okay?
- Fucking slut, man! - Shut it!
- We're stopping now. - Dirty whore!
Go change your clothes. You two stay and wash the floor...
- Thoroughly! - Just wait! You're finished!
Keep your head back.
That's fine.
Thanks for the loan.
Why'd you pick me?
So they wouldn't try and hit me.
Fuck. Where the hell's my clothes?
I don't believe this.
- What the fuck's happened? - They scored our clothes!
They can't just do that.
I'll bet they dumped them in the rest room.
- We'll have to cross the school yard. - This happen often?
There's work clothes in the basement.
Maybe I can make it across the school yard without being seen.
- Lend me you towel. - Fuck you.
Then you can go yourself! Go on!
Piss!
Come give me a hand.
- What's up, Chrissy? - Stop it!
- Why're you running, Chrissy? - Take off the towel, Chrissy!
- Where's your clothes? - Can't you find them?
Is the little box getting cold?
C'mon, Chrissy, let's see it!
Come on, Chrissy!
Fuck, I thought you'd burned me, man!
Hey... Are you okay?
What happened?
Nothing.
Hey... Cheer up, man. We can cut class the rest of the day.
Have you known Cecilie a long time?
Since we were 8. When we were 12 she practically lived with us.
Her mom doesn't give a shit what she does. Her old man's an asshole.
So, then what happened?
It ended just like when my parents got divorced.
Everything went straight to hell.
I hate this place, man.
Why'd you move here?
My dad's a doctor. He took over a practice near here.
- A better one, or what? - It's a long story.
I kissed his partner a little.
- How old was he? - Not so old. Thirty-six, I think.
- You just kissed? - No.
Isn't it kind of disgusting, fucking an old fart?
- I'm not seeing him anymore. - Fuck, man. What'd your parents say?
Not a word.
I can't show my face at school tomorrow.
- I have an idea. - What do you mean?
- Don't you want revenge? - Yes.
Look...
"Morphine tablets for back pain."
- Does your back hurt? - Are you kidding? I made it myself.
I swiped some prescription forms from Dad's clinic.
- Won't someone find out? - Do you have Cecilie's address?
I know the name of some good pills for chlamydia.
- Fuck. What time is it? - A quarter to five.
I've gotta go. I have a date with my mom.
- Okay. - Bye.
Hi, what would you like?
I'd like a coke...
- And a cup of coffee. - Any special kind?
Just coffee.
Here you are.
This is Kirsten. I'm not home at the moment, so please leave a message.
- Do it fast. - Thanks.
...cold as hell. - Yeah, you said it.
- Hey, what's up? - Hi, beautiful.
Seen Stripper Chrissy?
That ho' doesn't dare come to school.
Hey, Cecilie, does your box itch?
- What are you staring at? - Nothing.
Bitch!
What's going on here?
How nice and quiet you are today.
Ow!
- What've you been up to, you whore? - What?
- Who've you been fucking?! - No one, you fucking asshole!
What are you doing?!
What're you doing, you fucking Paki faggot?!
- Go get Søren, next door! - Fucking Paki! I haven't done a thing!
- Help me hold him, dammit! - Let go of me!
- Fuck you! - Come over here, you slut!
- Down to the office! Both of you! - I haven't done a fucking thing!
If it was you, you're fucking finished. Just wait!
Come with me and close the door.
What are you staring at?
Let go of me!
What's going on? You can't just go around hitting your classmates.
They can just quit trying to fuck me over.
You were sitting in that chair less than a week ago.
Cecilie, we've got to make this work.
You get in fights quite often, don't you?
I've tried to get hold of your father, but he doesn't answer my messages.
How are things at home, Cecilie?
It doesn't matter.
I can't help you if you won't say anything.
I know. It doesn't matter.
Go back and collect your things. You can have the rest of the day off.
Hi, girls.
Well, gee...
- Your cock itch? - It was just a prank.
- They were just winding Cecilie up. - Yeah? Who could that be?
I don't know. She's mega-pissed off at me.
- Let's get going. - Bye.
What's that pusher up to?
Christina? Can I have a word with you?
- With me? - Yes.
Why?
I just... I wanted... to ask you something.
- Fire away. - Alone, preferably.
I was wondering... if you'd go out with me some evening.
- Go out? - Have dinner, go to the movies...
How about an opera, while you're at it?
Yes... I'd like to. When?
- This evening. - Okay.
Okay? Then I'll pick you up at six?
- My house, six o'clock. - That's a deal... Bye.
- Bye. - Bye-bye.
Good evening.
Our 3-course meal consists of lobster cocktail with endive.
The main course is fillet steak with pavais -
- and for dessert there's cheesecake.
- Don't you have ice cream? - We have sherbet.
- Okay... What's that cost? - Don't worry, I'm paying.
- Two of them. - And to drink...?
How about red wine? One bottle of red wine.
I'd like to inform you that we only serve alcohol to persons over 18.
Pardon me, but do we look like were under 18?
- You don't look it, I must say. - No, okay.
- We'll have some red wine. - Thank you.
I just have to go to the bathroom...
I'm sorry. Smoking is forbidden in the restaurant.
Cheers.
May I ask you something?
- Try me. - Where do you get all that stuff?
- "Stuff"? - Here's your starter.
- Enjoy your meal. - Yeah, stuff.
From my big brother. He lives in Copenhagen.
You're not afraid of getting busted?
I don't sell it, if that's what you think.
So you just use it on all the girls you try to score?
I gave some to Shaid, because he asked.
Are you pissed off now?
No, I'm not.
Here's your main course...
Pardon me. May we have another bottle? Thank you.
- What do you plan to do after school? - Damned if I know.
A psychologist? I could be the female version of Dr. Phil.
- Have you seen him? - That fat, bald-headed guy on TV?
Yeah, it'd be cool telling people what to do to fix up their lives.
I think he had a really fucked up childhood... Thank you.
Will you move to Copenhagen when you graduate?
I'm moving out, in any case.
- I want to, too. - Yeah?
Yeah.
- Here? - Yeah, stop, stop, stop.
- Thanks for a nice evening. - Yes... Aren't you coming in?
- You want me to come in? - Yes.
- Your parents aren't home? - Nope, my dad's at work.
Well, okay...
Come on...
- Is it whisky? - Yes.
- Won't your dad see some is missing? - Nope.
Give me a hand...
No... Wait...
Wha'?
Stop it!
- Let go of me! - What kind of a show is this?
- Fuck you. - What'd you say?
- Fuck you! - Talk decently!
- Hell no! I do as I please! - You do as I say! You act so cheap!
I don't give a shit what you say! You're never here!
You're fucking ridiculous!
Why do you think Mom split? She couldn't stand you.
- You shut your mouth. - You think she wanted you? Fuck you!
What do you want? Wanna hit me? Huh? You wouldn't dare!
How'd your date go?
- Disastrous. - Was he a prick?
No... My father's just full of shit.
Hey!
- Hi. - Coming to the party tonight?
- Maybe. - There's a pre-party at my place.
- Want to come? - Do I want to come?
Yes, Nikolaj's coming. He asked if you were, too, actually.
- Cecilie's not. She's in quarantine. - How nice.
Pernille and I think she was too rough on you. You didn't do anything.
I'm sorry about taking your clothes, too. It was her idea.
- And you had nothing to do with it? - Am I talking to you?
You know Cecilie... She winds people up.
I'll think about it, okay?
Okay. You can bring that with you.
"Bring that with you..."
- You don't trust those girls, do you? - Nope.
- But if Nikolaj comes... - Then I'm for sure not coming.
If I call you when I get there, won't you come?
We'll see if I can be bothered.
If you leave now, before we talk, you can look for another place to live.
Hi, sugar...
- I'm sorry... I'm sorry. - Hey, cool. Good you came.
- Hi. - Hi.
Thanks for a nice evening.
You're welcome... Or whatever it's called.
- Would you like a beer? - Yes.
Thanks.
- Shouldn't we change the music? - Yes.
- May I have a word, Nikolaj? - What?
Would you come with me...? Come on, man.
- Come on. - What's going on?
Nothing at all. Just come.
- What is it? - You got anything?
- Any what? - You know what I mean.
- I don't sell it. - So...?
- I have some fanta. - Cool!
- There's a fortune's-worth here. - Right. I'll pay you later.
Come on... Be nice.
- Fuck it, that's everything I have. - Thanks.
Just use a cap-full if you're not used to it. It's powerful shit.
- Seriously. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What's with you, man? What's your problem?
Who's in? Are you in?
- Yeah. - Here we go...
- Come on. - I don't know how.
Into the glass.
Nikolaj... Nikolaj, wanna smoke?
It's your turn, Nikolaj... Come on.
- Nikolaj... - Come on.
- You've got to go bottoms-up. - Not now, man.
I told you before...
Bottoms up! Bottoms up! Bottoms up...
Way to go!
- What the hell...? - What're you doing, you jerk?
Come...
Fuck that.
- Hey, watch out. - Yeah, yeah...
I'm fucking crazy about you... Really!
Jesus Christ...!
Jesus Christ, man, let's party!
It's okay, man!
Nikolaj...
Nikolaj... Nikolaj...
Nikolaj!
Fuck!
- Nikolaj's passed out! - He's just dead drunk.
- No, he's not. - He just needs some water.
- No, we have to find a teacher! - We'll go find some water.
Hey, go find a teacher!
What's this?
Hey, come on... Nikolaj's passed out.
Shut up. You know what you are? You're a dirty whore!
Fuck you!
- Does it hurt, you little slut? - Don't!
Come here, man. Shut up. Relax, you little slut.
- Just relax! - Let me go!
You fucking bitch!
What do you think you're doing, you cunt?
- Come here, bitch! - Pull her!
- What're you doing? - You whore!
- Come here! - Were you going to squeal on us?
- Come on, for fuck's sake! - Fucking dirty whore!
- No more squealing on us, got it?! - You whore!
- Want a smoke? - Yeah.
Where the hell's she think she's going?
Better hurry, or you'll never make it...
She doesn't give up, man...
Does it hurt?
Where are you going?
What's she trying to say?
Sounds funny, huh?
Come here, man...
Turn her over.
Hello? Turn her over!
Wow, that's pretty...
She squeals like a pig! Let's go.
Oh, just one last thing...
If you squeal, I'll kill you.
You understand what I'm saying?
I'll kill you!
Well, Christina... You got off easy.
Three bruised ribs and a punctured ear drum.
What happened to you is very serious. You've been kicked many times.
It's important that you talk to the police when they come.
Do you think you can handle it?
You'll get something to sleep on after the police have been here. Okay?
We've called her father. He's on his way.
- Where'd they send the boy? - To the trauma center.
They say it's serious and he might not live. An overdose, apparently.
Excuse me, you don't happen to know where Christina is?
The young girl who was hurt?
- Are you a relative? - I'm her father.
Come with me.
Christina...?
If she's supposed to be in here, there's no one here.
You people must know where the hell she is.
- Shouldn't we just go home? - They can't touch us.
She started it. It was just a fight, wasn't it?
What was actually going on between her and Shaid?
- I saw it with my own eyes, okay? - What'd you see?
They were standing together by the bike rack.
- Hi, baby. - What the hell have you done?
What happened to Nikolaj? They say he's in the hospital, about to die!
- What'd you do to Christina? - C'mon, relax. Let's go into town.
I'm not having anything to do with you, you fuckheads!
Well, we'll just go into town without him, okay...? Come.
- I'd rather go home. - As if the cops won't find you there.
Hello? What's wrong with you guys?
You're the ones who dumped that shit in his beer.
- It was all your idea! - They've got nothing on me!
- What if Christina talked? - You stomped her. I just watched.
- I'm out of here. - Hello? C'mon now, come with us.
No, I'm heading home, too.
What's with you two? You can do time for this!
Fuck both of you!
Christina...
I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
It wasn't... supposed to happen like that...
That wasn't the idea at all.
You remember when we were little... and we played with Barbie dolls?
And your father brought us cookies...
And the time we went to the summer house and we played in the water...
Christina...
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