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You let some random people into my dad's house to go through his things?

What's wrong with you?

Calm down, Gabriel.

I didn't want any of it, and you didn't want any of it, so I thought, why not

let some of my friends look through it?

Get some nice stuff.

They were fucking in the bedroom, by the way.

Derek is an artist. It happens.

How can you be like this?

My dad died and you act like it's no big deal.

Like his things, his memory mean nothing.

You couldn't even find anything you wanted.

What do you want me to do? Hold on to his shoes, his book?

He's dead.

Did you even love him?

What kind of a question is that?

So you just want your split from the sale of the house?

No, I want to keep the house.

What? No, we're selling it.

I'll buy you out.

I want the house. I've never had a home.

I don't want to let go of it. I've always felt safe here.

You barely even knew my father, and now this is your fucking home?

How well did you know your father?

You were estranged from him.

You judged him for trying to go out and live after your mom died.

Who are you to judge me?

You've gone, Gabriel.

Holding on to a thing, being mad at me, at him, won't bring him back.

You never got closure, and sometimes we don't get to have closure.

You have to make peace with that.

And to answer your question, no.

Not in the romantic sense.

But I cared about him.

I was honest with him.

That's why he married me. I made him happy.

He was happy when he died.

Please know that.

hmm hmm

hmm

oh oh oh

oh

Oh my God.

Oh, fuck.

I just saw that.

You make the dick feel so good.

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

I can only take you.

That feels so good.

Yeah.

oh oh

Oh.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Thank you.

On top of these girls.

Oh.

Yeah.

You might assume that after making love, Natalie and I ran off together.

But that's not what happened.

She kept the house, ended up marrying Derek, the weird rocker guy, and then

started a popular travel blog.

Me? I went back to New Hampshire and married Nikki a few years later.

But right then, in Natalie's arms, I felt content.

Losing my father made me feel how fleeting life is. I was reminded of that

from Omar Khayyam, Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.