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Can you tell me what day it is?

Are you kidding?

No.

Can you tell me what day it is?

Saturday.

Today is Monday. You came here unconscious on Friday.

A woman called the ambulance. Want to contact her?

That would be difficult. I don't know who she was.

You have cirrhosis.

Liver disease, in other words.

Healthy tissue is replaced by scar tissue, causing liver malfunction.

As a result of your alcohol abuse.

-Do you have any questions? -No.

I'd hate to interrupt you. You're doing so well.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

You will die unless you stop drinking.

But if I stop drinking ...

Will I make a full recovery?

Cirrhosis can only be partially treated.

I'd say you have a 15-20 percent chance of a full recovery.

And If I don't stop drinking?

Then you have two to four months left to live.

Welcome.

I'm checking in.

I'm on my own here.

Please wait by the sofas, and I'll help you shortly.

-Are you copying me? -Are you copying me?

-Aren't you a little old for that? -Aren't you a little old for that?

Go bother your parents instead.

They're not my parents.

I see.

Sorry you had to wait. Do you have a reservation?

How long are you planning to stay?

Two to four months.

I don't know. But I need the Tower Suite.

Let me see.

The Tower Suite is booked tonight ...

No! I need the Tower Suite.

It's the only place I can concentrate. I finish all my books up there.

Don't you know who I am?

No. I'm afraid not.

That room is booked, but the Junior Suites are lovely.

Nice and quiet. I guarantee you'll be pleased.

I guarantee I won't be.

Fine, but I want the Tower Suite from tomorrow.

-Hi. -Hello. Welcome.

May I have your credit card?

Someone has to park my car.

It's the Jaguar out front.

We don't have valet service.

No problem. I'll take care of it.

Here you go. A Junior Suite.

Hannah, may I have a word?

Why isn't Noah at after-school?

He doesn't get along with the other kids.

-But I'm working on it. -We've had this discussion before.

I don't want to seem harsh, but he is a nuisance. We cannot have him here.

You have to take care of this. Now.

Have you seen Noah?

No.

I don't understand Spanish!

-Hi. -Hi.

-Have you seen Noah? -No. Not since lunch.

-I can let you know if I see him. -Thanks.

Noah?

Have you seen Noah?

He's over there.

Stop it. Come out of there.

Hi.

What's a "nuisance"?

Noah, listen to me.

Aunt Karin says she can't get here until Sunday.

So you have to go to after-school.

You have to go to after-school, just this week.

-I don't want to! -I know, but we have no choice.

-No! -We have no choice.

You have to help me.

Noah, don't do that.

Stop!

-I don't want to! -Open the door, please.

Don't do this, Noah. Calm down.

Everyone bullies me!

Noah.

Please open the door.

Noah, stop it.

Noah, listen to me.

You don't have to go to after-school. I'm sorry for asking.

We'll think of something else. Now come out.

I'm very pleased. This will be my best book ever.

That's great.

I need an advance.

300,000 kroner for starters.

I see.

Do you have anything I can read first?

Not until I'm finished, of course.

Don't my books sell? Isn't Weight your biggest bestseller ever?

Yes, it is. It sold very well.

You have sold a lot.

In the past.

You can sell 10,000 books on my name alone.

-I've made you a fortune. -True.

I made you.

I saved your fucking publishing house and your fat salary!

Give me a break!

I'm back, writing at the Grand Hotel, just like the old days.

Do I have to beg?

Come on, Frode!

Call me.

When you have something for me to read. OK?

I'll pick up the tab on my way out.

Let me go!

What's wrong with you? Are you retarded?

Make that sound again.

-Listen to that donkey sound. -Stop it!

Fucking retard.

Hey, where are you going? Are you chicken?

Want us to stick this up your ass?

Hey!

You're doing it all wrong.

There.

Know what happens -

- when you stab someone in the eye with this?

Right in the pupil?

It's fascinating. What comes out isn't blood, it's white.

A white, thick goo.

Want to see?

Hey! Wait up!

That was so cool.

Wait!

Is it true?

Have you really stabbed someone in the eye?

No.

But what color comes out of the pupil -

- if you stab someone?

I don't know. It's probably red.

But white goo sounds cooler, doesn't it?

Did you know my mom works at the hotel?

I'm actually not allowed to be there. The boss says so.

He gets angry if he sees me. But no one can baby-sit me this week.

Mom said I could stay, as long as he doesn't see me.

And I stay out of trouble.

But I think what just happened -

- was getting into trouble.

Lots of people treat me that way. They say I'm a pain, a nuisance.

But it's not my fault. I have Tourette's.

Have you heard of that?

People with Tourette's tend to swear a lot.

They say "shit, dick, asshole" and so on.

But not me. I just say "cunt" now and then.

Cunt.

And I have ADHD.

-Bye. -Do you have a headache?

That's odd.

OK, I'll look into it. Absolutely.

Thank you. Goodbye.

If those boys hadn't run off, -

- would you have sliced them?

-No. -No?

I don't slice little children.

-Can you teach me how to fight? -No.

Don't you like kids?

You have to.

Everybody likes kids.

Not all kids are likable.

-Not all adults either. -Whatever.

What are you doing here?

He followed me.

I'm sorry if he bothered you.

I didn't bother him.

The thing is ...

Your credit card was declined.

I'm getting a book advance on Monday. 300,000.

You know who I am now? Axel Farstad, the writer.

My word is usually enough ...

I'm sorry.

If you can't provide a valid card, I'm afraid you'll have to leave.

I'll be in the reception.

I can watch the kid.

What?

Then he won't have to go to after-school.

And your boss will stop nagging.

What have you told him?

I may not be a typical babysitter, but I can handle a six-year-old.

Hello, I'm ten.

Whatever.

He gets here around 2 pm. I get off at 7 pm Wednesday to Friday.

So it won't be for more than five hours a day.

And you'll need money on your card by Monday.

Why are you packing?

-I'm not staying here. -Where then?

I'm staying in the Tower Suite.

As I recall, it becomes available today. And I booked it.

The Tower Suite costs 11,000 per night.

It's the only place here I can concentrate.

I didn't get any work done yesterday.

-Hi. -Hi.

Do you wear glasses?

Call me if you need me. Here's my number.

-Bye, mom. -Bye, sweetie.

Call me anytime, for anything. I'll be at the front desk.

Hey, you!

OK.

Here are the ground rules.

No talking. You just sit here.

Watch TV with the volume down, or do homework.

I'll be upstairs writing, you stay down here. Understood?

-Is your computer upstairs? -Yes.

-Can I check something online first? -No.

-Stop that! -They're called tics.

The energy builds up till I have to do it.

Whatever! Can you stop it?

I can, but then it just gets worse.

-Cunt. -Cunt!

Why are you staying here at the hotel?

No talking.

We agreed that you would stay downstairs.

I stay here because usually it's a quiet place to write.

What are you writing?

A novel.

About what?

It's not that easy to explain.

Why not?

It isn't easy to summarize an entire novel in one sentence.

At least not a good one.

Then what's the first chapter about?

The first chapter happens to be about -

- a handsome and respected author -

- who kills a kid in his hotel room because he wouldn't shut up.

Cunt.

Mom says this room is very expensive.

Fine!

We should take it in a little at the collar. There's too much fabric.

Is this part of writing?

The arm length is fine.

I think it looks nice. It's a great suit.

Classy.

-Could you put on the cuff links? -What's that?

Cuff links.

What are they?

Links that hold the cuffs together. And these are really nice.

-Can I see? -No.

-I'll take it. -Wonderful. Thank you.

-Send the bill to the Grand Hotel. -Of course.

Are you kidding? 15,000?

Better to spend 15,000 on one good suit than three bad ones.

You may or may not understand that when you get older.

It's how you want to be perceived.

Dress like a bum, get treated like a bum.

If you look sharp, then ...

It's that simple.

So if someone treats you badly, it's your own fault?

Precisely.

So it's my fault no one at school likes me?

Probably, yes.

Cunt.

You'll have to stay alone in the hotel room for a little while.

-Why? -I'm meeting someone.

-Who? -Someone important.

-Can I come? -No, you can't.

It would be difficult to explain who you are.

Is this a midlife crisis?

No, I just thought it would be nice to see you.

It may seem a bit odd.

It's been a long time, and neither of us -

- wanted things to turn out this way.

Right ...

Wait.

Why am I here?

I remember ...

I remember when you were young.

You were very into Lego.

You built boats and planes.

All those little pieces.

You could play for hours.

I wonder where you got that from. Not from me. I'm too impatient.

I have no practical skills whatsoever.

And your mother is completely ...

What can I say?

She is ...

I've been thinking about that lately.

I don't even know who you've become.

I just wanted to make sure everything was OK.

That you're OK.

Yes.

I'm doing fine.

And I wanted to make sure you're not too angry with me.

I'm not angry with you.

To be angry with you, I'd have to be interested in you.

Which I'm not.

Don't feel bad. I can see that you're trying.

But you're too late.

You don't get a second chance with the important things.

I'm sorry, but ...

This is getting weird. I think I'll just ...

I'll just go.

By the way ...

It's just a little something.

Cuff links.

Sorry.

I don't use cuff links.

But thank you. And thanks for the drink.

Bye.

Never use my computer!

And never lie on the bed! Those are the rules.

Sorry.

Isn't there any medication for those stupid noises?

Yes. For my ADHD. But I don't want to take it.

And mom says it's my choice.

Who did you meet downstairs?

Didn't you want to show them our room?

-What happened? -Shut up!

You need to learn how to relax.

You aren't cute just because you're a kid.

You are never to read anything I have written. Is that clear?

You haven't written anything.

That's mom.

Bye!

See you tomorrow.

-Hello. -Hello.

Bye! Here's his jacket.

-He has a report to write. -Good. That'll keep him busy.

I wanted to ask you ...

On Thursdays Noah and I have pizza night, and ...

No thanks.

-Don't you even want to hear me out? -I have other plans.

OK. I'd hate to disturb your plans.

My plan is to work. You wouldn't understand -

- what it means to write a story.

-It's actually quite hard work. -I understand.

Pizza, soda and candy may not be your idea -

- of fun and glamour.

But for us it's the highlight of the week.

Silly as that may seem.

You could at least pretend to enjoy your time with Noah.

Who says it's him I don't enjoy?

You don't have to do that.

But I don't want to disturb you.

I was in a bad mood yesterday.

Why?

I hadn't met that person for a long time.

And I had hoped our meeting would be more pleasant. That's why.

Was he a friend?

It's a long story.

I've already written two chapters today.

Know any cool places at the hotel?

Cunt.

If there's medication for that nonsense, why not take it?

Because I don't want to.

-Why not? -Because I stop being myself.

I want to be myself.

Even though I'm different.

It's full.

Come.

Isn't this nice?

Yes.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

Have you started looking at girls?

No. But a lot of my classmates have girlfriends.

Soon everyone will have one.

But I don't think anyone will want to be with me.

Do girls like you?

Sure, girls like me.

Why?

I can be an asshole, and some girls like that.

What?

-Really? -Yes, really.

-Is your underwear clean? -Pretty clean.

That'll do. Come on.

Watch this, Axel!

Did you see that? The water splashed all the way out.

This is a 1990 Jaguar XJS convertible.

It is both elegant and very powerful.

You don't notice the true power until you get behind the wheel.

It's a -

- devil in disguise.

Cunt.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

What is it?

You can climb around on rooftops, but you're afraid to ride in a car?

I thought we were going to have some fun.

Don't worry about that.

I am perfectly capable of driving.

I don't drink during the day. Only at night. And moderately.

Yeah, right.

OK.

It's a little hard to explain, but ...

When you drink a lot, there are certain things you do better drunk -

- than sober.

Other people lose control.

I get better control.

I can drink tons of alcohol and still drive.

Understand?

I'm not riding another inch with you.

When I wrote the novel Weight ten years ago, -

- the words just poured out of me.

But when I sat down to write my next book, -

- everything just froze.

But you're writing now.

No.

Not really.

I'm ready, but nothing happens.

I have nothing to write about.

Do you want to come over for pizza tonight?

-Hello! -Hi.

Come on in.

I thought you had important plans.

Well, I'm not ...

No.

I'll go get changed.

Some delicious bell peppers ...

-You get this one. -Thanks.

And meatballs.

If you leave space between the toppings, it looks like you have more.

And some onion.

Look!

Why ...

Why don't you want to be with me?

Not "be with" as in a relationship,

I mean, -

- what you said at the hotel.

That it wasn't Noah you didn't enjoy being with.

-Don't worry about that. -I want to know.

-No, you don't. -Yes! Just tell me.

OK.

When I was in my forties -

- I slept with and had relationships with -

- many girls in their thirties.

Mostly single mothers.

Lovely.

After a while I realized that they are all exactly the same.

I wasn't interested in you because I know you're not my type.

How do you know you're my type? You know nothing about me.

-Don't I? -Definitely not.

Then stop me if I'm wrong:

You have 3-4 friends you meet a few times a year.

When you go out, you wear a dress you never use otherwise.

Lipstick, high heels, a little sexy.

You make sure you don't have to work the day after.

You probably drink -

- Petit Chablis.

What the hell is wrong with Petit Chablis?

It isn't real Chablis, just sludge.

Leeching off the Chablis name.

Give me a break, you snob! It's good.

First you talk about your children.

Then about work.

And then your ex-husbands.

Once you get a bit tipsy, men offer you drinks, hoping to get you to bed.

And they may succeed.

I did, quite frequently.

Congrats!

In your case it would happen at my place, because of the kid.

-You haven't stopped me. -Aren't you done?

No.

Then the poor guy you went home with -

- realizes how boring you are.

What a rude thing to say!

You don't want to have fun. You don't go out to have a good time.

You only go out to remind yourself that you don't want to have fun.

You want to be overworked and overlooked for your qualities.

You want to bitch and moan.

Have a chip on your shoulder.

You need your tiresome job.

Your stupid ex and your extremely challenging kid.

-Are you done with your analysis? -No.

You need it because you don't have anything else.

There's nothing wrong with single mothers.

-You're just incredibly boring. -My God!

Primarily because you insist on it yourselves.

OK. I think I got it.

Are you done with your analysis?

I think I understand.

You're saying that you, -

- this attractive, -

- sex-oozing -

- old man of 50 or 60 ...

How old are you anyway?

You simply vibrate with sexuality.

You don't sleep with women in their thirties because you're sick of them?

I go for younger ones now.

Gotcha.

-How's that working out for you? -Better.

Lovely! I'm glad to hear that's working.

That's also reassuring to hear as a mother.

Since you're watching my son.

It's nice with an experienced babysitter.

Cheers. And thanks for coming and having pizza with us.

Really.

Jerk.

You know we aren't friends, right? I'm just your babysitter.

Aren't we friends?

Grown-ups can't be friends with kids.

This week ...

This isn't how it's going to be. OK?

Yeah.

Where did you get this?

It's for my book report.

I had to pick one of your short stories.

Mom says Weight is for grown-ups.

-Hello. Thank you for last night. -Bye, mom.

-Come and sit here. -In your chair?

-You have to finish your book report. -Are you helping me?

-You might misinterpret my book. -Don't you have to work?

No rush. Come over here.

This is similar to Word. You know Word?

-Hi. -Hi.

Thanks.

I normally don't smoke.

I don't buy my own cigarettes. But when I find some ...

I get that. I smoke all the time.

-You do? -Yes.

I started smoking when I was twelve.

Me and my buddy made a pact.

We shook hands. "From now on, we're smokers."

Wow.

Twelve.

Is Noah all right?

We miss him in the kitchen.

It was fun having him around.

Do I seem boring to you?

-No. -Because I am fun.

Really.

I love to party.

I think it's awesome.

Partying is my thing.

I'm a party girl, actually.

I'm all in, you know.

So ...

I really like all that.

-What was that? -I set up a chat account for you.

So we can chat while I'm at school.

No way! Only perverts chat with kids.

What exactly is your assignment?

To describe what a book is really about, not the plot.

The subtext?

Probably.

So what is "The Forgotten Harbor" about?

It's about a dad and his son who are at a cabin.

And something about a closet the son can't open.

He tries to open it, but can't.

End of story. Nothing really happens.

Thanks for that.

So what do you think is the subtext?

I have no idea.

Think about it.

Why is it important for the son to find out what's in that closet?

-I have no idea. -Stop saying that.

The closet is important to his father, right?

-Yeah. -Then why is it important to the son?

He wants to know why it's important to his father?

Bingo!

And if he understands what's important to his father, -

- what will he find out?

Understand what's important to another person, and ...

You'll understand who they are.

Exactly.

So "The Forgotten Harbor" is really about -

- a father and a son who fail to get to know each other?

It's just hopeless?

Something like that.

Now write.

Cunt.

Cunt.

Girls also get nervous, they just hide it better.

I say "cunt" because I can.

Not because I have to.

I don't have to say "cunt". I just do.

Because then people leave me alone.

You're a lot cooler than you think.

He's been good.

Great.

I'm glad this went so well. Thanks.

Thanks for watching me.

-Bye. -Bye.

What do you want to do today?

-Hot dogs, popcorn and Transformers 4! -Is there a fourth?

They're even making a fifth.

I'm playing a football match tomorrow. Do you want to come?

I can come.

There will be lots of parents there.

Yes. And?

So ...

I was wondering if you could try not to do that.

It's hard to say.

Can you try?

I can try.

OK. Cool. See you tomorrow.

Are we here to watch Noah sit on a bench?

No, we are here to support Noah.

You don't need support to sit.

He's participating.

Yes. The bench is clearly where the action is.

Well done, Noah!

Excellent. Keep it up.

Thanks.

Let's hope you get to play in the second half.

I want to, but it's no big deal.

It is a big deal. You're here to play, not sit on the bench.

It's a huge deal.

OK, guys. Let's get ready for the second half!

Good job! Keep it up.

He has to let Noah play soon.

Look at this!

Thomas, get ready to play. Warm up.

-Can I play? -No. We've talked about this.

Let Noah play, dammit!

Parents aren't allowed this close to the bench.

I'm not a parent.

We rotate.

He needs to come to practice more often.

-Cunt. -It's my team.

That is nothing to brag about.

He's motivated. Let him play!

That's my decision.

This is the worst match any of us have seen.

And he hasn't played one second.

This kid is a goal-getter.

Not a benchwarmer.

Please let me do my job.

He's going to score a goal. And you'll at least get one point.

Noah, warm up and get ready.

Can you sit down now?

Yes.

There.

Go, Noah!

Ensar, substitution!

Come on!

Come on, Noah!

Nice of you to join us today.

This was fun.

Are you finished with this now?

Can Axel come visit tomorrow?

-I have other plans tomorrow. -What?

There's this -

- event in my honor.

Your honor?

It's been ten years since the release of my bestseller.

So the publisher has decided -

- to host an event for me.

-Can we go? -I don't think Axel wants us there.

It's a public event.

I would be nice if you came, Noah.

You can feel free to do something else, if you want.

I can watch him.

Yes! Please?

We'll think about it at home.

-Bye for now. -Bye.

Axel Farstad?

Hello.

Remember me from the last time you stayed at the hotel?

Yes. Line, isn't it?

You're a good reader. And a bad liar.

Hi, it's Noah. Mom says I can go with you. When does it start?

Seven thirty.

-Cool! I'll be there at seven, OK? -Yeah.

-See you then. -Bye.

-Hey there. -Hey.

It's Trine, right?

What's that?

You have to leave.

You're kidding!

Are you sick?

When I come out of the bathroom, I want you gone!

Ring the bell again.

Hey.

Are you ready?

Yes. I just fell asleep.

Are you coming too?

No. Don't worry. I have other plans.

Boring plans, because I'm so damn boring.

Can you bring Noah back here afterwards?

Sure.

Great.

OK. Bye.

Aren't you going to tuck your shirt in your pants?

I talked to mom about taking my medication.

What do you think?

About what?

Do you think I should start taking those pills?

What the hell would I know about that?

It probably won't make a difference.

Some people are just fucked.

People like you and me.

Pills won't change that.

Get used to the idea that life will never be as you imagined it.

I'm quite pleased with that one.

What did you do before you started here?

I trained as a chef.

Then I started a delicatessen with that guy.

The one without socks.

That went straight to hell, of course.

Then we moved to Oslo, and now we work here.

I believe strongly in doing what you want to do.

Me too. Totally.

How old are you?

25.

And you?

25.

Plus nine.

-Wow! -Wow?

-Do you think I'm old? -No.

-I thought you were younger. -How much younger?

Maybe 24.

Are you stupid?

Then I would have had Noah at 14. Pregnant at 13.

-So? That's normal. -That's not normal.

Haven't you seen Young Moms UK?

They're 13, all of them.

Cheers! To young moms.

And to old ones.

Not because you're old.

To moms!

I want to say hello to your friend.

Stop with those tics. Save them for later.

I'll try.

Axel!

You're here. Great! How are you?

What the hell is this?

Jens Nøme?

You said this was a celebration of Weight .

I said we would commemorate Weight .

And we will.

You'll go on stage, read, we'll talk.

Remind people of who you are.

Before Jens.

You should meet Jens. Jens?

Hi. Jens.

It's an honor. Weight .

Shit. One of the best Norwegian novels ever.

It was really inspiring.

I hear you are working on a new book?

Yes.

Cool.

Awesome.

"Then he does something you don't understand. "

"He snaps his fingers. "

"Your grandfather heads into town, snapping his fingers. "

"Past the door is your grandmother. Past her lies your father, newborn. "

"You are standing in the middle of the street, -

- looking in at yourself and your story. "

"At the weight of what you became. "

"It's as if you take flight. "

"Seeing everything from the perspective -

- of the birds you heard before."

"Before the first rays of sunlight strike you -

- and bring you back down to this year and this moment."

Thank you, Axel.

As you all know, -

- Weight was a huge success.

It was sold to over 30 countries.

So Axel ...

How did you feel when you were in the middle -

- of your success?

I felt it was well-deserved.

But I don't want to talk about Weight .

I'm working on a new book.

It's almost finished, actually.

And it's going to be much better than Weight .

That's fantastic.

Very exciting.

Especially for me, your editor.

Who has yet to read a single page.

So, can you tell us what it's about?

Yes.

It's about a man.

Or men in general.

Cut it out!

It's probably not easy to summarize an entire novel in a few sentences.

Yes.

It's quite simple to summarize a novel in a few sentences.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

I'm explaining to you what the book is about.

Petit Chablis!

Christ!

Who are you people?

None of you know what it means to have talent.

Least of all you ...

"Pretty boy".

Christ, Frode, and now you're pushing his shit -

- as if it were great literature?

It is not great literature.

What I wrote was great literature.

I was great.

I am great.

Anyway ...

You have to go.

-Why? -You can't be here right now.

-But I came with you. -Why?

I'm not going to be your dad.

Or your uncle or friend.

I'm going to be a guy you met -

- at a hotel once, who died.

I can't take care of you. You have to take care of yourself.

I'm sick.

Do you understand?

I'm dying.

Noah?

Mom?

Noah?

No! Go away!

I hate you!

-Put the bottle down. -I hate you!

Noah, stop!

Noah, calm down!

-No! -Calm down.

Stop it! Calm down.

Hannah?

I know you're in there.

Hello?

Hi.

Listen, it was a misunderstanding.

What do you think you're doing?

How in the hell could you do that to Noah?

You told him you're sick?

That you're dying?

How do you expect a ten-year-old to handle that?

If I stop drinking, -

- I have a 15-20 percent chance of surviving.

-Would you bet on those odds? -I have no choice. I have Noah.

You have no one. Nothing.

You don't give a shit about anyone but yourself.

Go to hell.

Hannah ...

I won't be getting that advance.

On Monday.

So I can't pay for the hotel.

Just tell the manager before he notices.

You can blame me.

I already lost my job because of you!

Thanks a lot!

It isn't my fault you can't work there.

-That's because of Noah. -Holy shit!

You have to go now.

Excuse me?

I'm afraid we have to ask you to leave.

I have taken the liberty of packing your things.

From one drunk to another ...

I have been sober -

- for 13 years, 2 months and 25 days.

It isn't too late.

Yes, sometimes it is.

You don't get a second chance with the important things.

Thanks.

It's going to be all right.

Everything will be fine.

No.

It won't.

It won't get any better.

I'll just go to after-school.

-You don't have to. -Yes. I want to.

-But without medication. -OK.

Are you sure?

Come here.

He doesn't want me to come home.

Not even for Christmas, because of what happened last year.

During weekends, -

- me and my buddy used to lock ourselves in his apartment -

- and experiment with psychedelic drugs.

Then I hit rock bottom. Luckily, I guess.

And now I'm sitting here.

I have my dreams.

Maybe drive a taxi. I sure don't want to be here.

Axel?

-I'll pass. -It's your turn.

I don't have some sob story to share with you.

And I'm tired of listening to the others'.

Although your last Christmas -

- sounded like a hoot.

I don't drink, I take my pills and I do everything you tell me.

But these conversations are a waste.

No one benefits from this. Least of all me.

It's OK to be afraid to talk about yourself.

I'm not afraid.

Prove it.

What made you come here?

I don't know.

I wanted to get better.

Can you elaborate?

I made a friend.

Cunt.

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