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- Ready?

- Almost done.

I just need, like, half an hour more.

- Miss Rojas, I think we can both agree

that you've exhausted the potential

for extra credit here. - Okay, okay.

I know, but I just-- I just have

to get this perfect, or it's gonna drive me nuts.

- Okay, let me see if I can find a janitor.

Maybe they can lock up after you.

- I know you've seen the photo of the four of us.

It was a mistake meeting like that,

but I swear we weren't discussing the case.

It's just been a roller coaster,

and sometimes you just want

to talk to someone who knows what it's like.

- Five AP classes this semester alone,

editor of the "Bayview Herald," mathlete, debate team captain.

Whew.

- I like being busy.

- Still, must take its toll.

I'm just saying I understand the temptation to cut corners.

Cheating's nothing to be proud of,

but it's hardly a felony.

To be clear, I'm not your principal.

I am not the dean of admissions at Yale,

but I am gonna need you to be honest with me.

So is this post true?

- I studied hard. That's all.

- According to Simon's peers, he rarely got things wrong.

- He didn't post that.

- No, but we have reason to believe

he wrote it before he died.

Any reason he'd target you?

- Detective, I will be the first to admit

that I am competitive when it comes to my academics,

maybe too competitive,

but the idea that I would harm someone

just to be valedictorian-- it's preposterous.

- Are we done?

- I'd like to show you something.

- Okay, wait--

- Where did this come from?

- Simon's hard drive.

We recently obtained a copy where we also found

an unpublished draft of his post about you.

This ring any bells, Miss Rojas?

- I think this conversation's over.

- As if she needed more attention.

- Jake didn't even say hi to her.

- Hey. We got to meet.

- What's going on?

- Just show up. We can't talk here.

- Uh, dude, what, do you want

to pitch at San Quentin next year?

Why are you still talking to her after that picture?

- I told you. It was one time.

- Now you're starting to sound like my dad

after he got caught with his yoga instructor.

And, spoiler alert, it wasn't just one time.

He lost half of everything in the divorce.

You could lose everything.

You really think those assholes are your friends?

I didn't mean to ambush you--

at the house?

I tried calling, you and your father.

- Yeah, he's not so reachable most days.

- I had no idea, Nathaniel.

- Now you do. And it's Nate.

- Right. Nate.

Well, um,

I owe you many apologies.

I didn't protect you from my illness.

- Are you medicated? - Lamictal, it's a new one.

It's your favorite, right?

Remember, we used to make it together?

- I'm not ten.

- Speaking of, was that Bronwyn Rojas

you were with? She looks exactly the same.

- Yeah, she thought you were dead.

- Is that what you told people? - I liked that version better.

- Listen, um, I have made mistakes,

but I--I knew I couldn't be the mother you needed.

I know my presence in your life was harmful.

That's why I had to leave, but it's me again,

and, right now, you need someone in your corner.

I saw the news, and I just--

I wanna do it right this time if you can just let me try.

- Hey. Anyone see you?

- Who would possibly see me here?

Where's Nate?

- Probably not coming.

- What did Wheeler say?

- The cops have a copy of Simon's hard drive.

- What? Seriously?

- They found his laptop? - No, just the hard drive.

- How is that possible?

Wow, nice do.

- Well, I'm glad you're alive. - Excuse me?

- You've been ignoring my messages all day.

- Yeah, I had shit to deal with.

- Oh, that would have been great to know.

Then again, I can think of a lot of things

that would have been good to know.

- Okay, I think you're being a bit too intense.

- See, I knew they were boning. - We're not boning.

- Then what is all the weirdness?

- Just forget it. It's irrelevant.

- Oh, now you want to forget it?

- Guys, what the hell is going on?

- My mom's back in town, all right?

- She's alive?

- You were lying about that this whole time?

- This what you wanted?

- Why are you lashing out at me?

- Because it's none of their business.

I don't owe them an explanation or you.

- Oh, well, you can't blame them

for being a little freaked out when you could just lie

about something this big. - Oh, we're talking about lies?

How about who stole Simon's laptop?

- Whoa, what does that mean?

- Okay, I--I took it. I didn't steal it.

And I was gonna give it back. - Are you fucking kidding me?

- And then I couldn't without looking suspicious.

- Did you look on it? - Yeah.

Simon knew your real secret.

And he was all ready to post it,

and then someone changed it.

- And you thought that someone was me?

- At first, yeah, maybe, but then I knew it wasn't you.

- You're a fucking liar, and you've been giving us all

marching orders for the past two weeks,

pretending like we're team, and you knew

she was manipulating us this whole time.

- Jake was right. This is a mistake.

- I called you here to warn you

because they're gonna question you too.

Cooper, we got rid of the laptop to protect you.

- Except you didn't, right?

'Cause now the cops magically have the hard drive.

- The cops have Simon's hard drive?

- Try being on time for once.

- Dad. - Hey.

- You need to rest. - I can handle a lawnmower.

Got a call from Detective Wheeler today.

She wants us to come down to the station tomorrow,

answer some questions.

That's okay with you?

- I just--I hate dragging you into all this.

You don't need the stress.

- We're a team, Coop.

I know you blame all this for my heart,

but that's not what happened.

- The police may bring up

some random gossip that's been going around.

- What kind of gossip?

- It's not true,

but for some reason, Simon might have thought

that I was, like, into guys. I don't know why.

- I've had an inkling for a while now.

All that ugliness in Mississippi,

had a hunch there was more to the story.

You were hiding something from me, from everyone.

You and Keely, is that for show?

You know I'm proud of you, son.

We all got struggles.

No need to let this...

Your inclination

ruin your future.

You didn't let this thing drag you down.

You've been smart, son.

- So this video. - It was a group project.

He wasn't pulling his weight. I got pissed.

- Bronwyn, if you're going to get creative,

get better at it.

This is not the time to be lying to the police.

After these interrogations,

they are probably going to make an arrest

based on circumstantial evidence,

which means what the four of you say now

has major consequences. Do you understand?

Bronwyn, you have to tell me.

- I need to prep for debate.

- Cooper. Cooper.

What do you think they'll ask you?

Does that mean I'm next?

What should I say if the cops ask me about you?

Should I know? Should I know that Keely knew?

- No, no. Do not bring up Keely.

I don't want her dragged into this any more

than she already is. She's only trying to help me.

- Okay, but wait a second, hold on.

If Bronwyn was right,

if someone did change the post to something false,

what if they were trying to help you, protect you?

Okay, does this sound like Keely to you?

Keely's version of Simon?

- Come on, Addy. It's like two sentences.

- Yeah, but--

- Wait, weren't we at lunch when this post dropped?

- Yeah, so?

- No, the timestamp, 3:13 p.m. That's three hours ahead.

- Could she have changed it somehow,

throw us off?

- No, no, we're being paranoid.

Look, don't talk about this with Nate or Bronwyn.

I don't trust them.

I got to go deal with the cops.

- Some of the questions I need to ask you

are a bit personal in nature.

And if you'd like, you and I

could speak privately first.

- He's told me all about this bullshit rumor

that's going around, so...

- A few days ago at your showcase,

who were you talking to in the parking lot?

- What do you mean?

- Well, there was a young man you were with.

He's 6'1", African American. You seemed to be arguing.

- Um, I met a lot of people that day.

- Well, this was someone your age.

Someone you're involved with maybe?

- He just told you. Yeah, I think you're mixed up.

- We might have to talk to him. - Why?

- We have evidence that before Simon Kelleher died,

he intended to out you to your peers.

We know that somebody changed the post Simon wrote

after his death.

Yours was the only one that was altered.

Now, if this was a secret that could jeopardize

your future in the major leagues,

we're talking millions of dollars here.

We're talking all of your family's financial woes

sorted forever, and that's a mighty good reason

to keep that secret hidden in any way you could.

- I would never hurt someone.

- Really? - Really.

- Well, we've come across some new information.

We were able to get a court order

to unseal your juvenile record in Mississippi.

You want to tell me what happened here?

- Come on!

Ugh, coming.

I'm in the middle of a crisis. - Okay, Can I come in?

- Yeah, yeah.

- So I just talked to the police,

and there's a chance that they might try to talk to you.

- What?

- I didn't give them your name, okay?

Apparently someone saw us together at my game.

I know. I'm sorry.

Please don't be mad.

- Cooper, you know I have midterms next week.

I don't have time for this. Margot's crazy.

She got me working all day.

I spent all week typing out this term paper,

and it just evaporated out of nowhere.

Now you telling me I gotta worry about

Five-O banging down my door for an illicit relationship

with an underage high school student

who, by the way,

happens to be a suspect in a murder investigation.

Ooh, I'm deleting Grindr. I'm done.

- Okay, just breathe.

- That's too much. I do not need this.

- Please.

May I?

- Yeah, go ahead and try.

Okay, so... you said the police knows about us.

What about your dad?

- He wasn't actually surprised.

He said he was proud of me...

for keeping it a secret.

You were right.

Okay, me being in the closet--

it wasn't just about baseball.

I guess I was scared about how he might look at me

if he--if he found out.

If it would change, I guess.

- And has it?

- I don't know.

He's not really looking at me at all.

- I'm sorry, Coop.

- Is this what you were looking for?

- Oh, my God. How did you do that?

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

- Like, I'm pretty good with computers,

but this you could have easily Googled

if you weren't so busy being all dramatic.

- I'm sorry, dramatic? - Yeah.

- Moi? Boy, fuck you.

- Thank you so much.

- Um...

so are we still up

for the birthday thing?

- I guess.

I already got you a birthday present or whatever,

and I lost the receipt, so I don't know.

I guess I gotta give it to somebody.

- We're talking thousands of pages

documenting decades of corruption,

planting drugs, falsifying reports,

and all of it legally destroyed by the police

because that's justice in this country.

They don't care about facts or--or truth.

They care about convictions,

and I'm sorry, but we have to face reality.

You're not like those other kids.

- You know, the kid knows he's fucked.

- But he's not fucked.

We just need to talk seriously about his options, all of them.

- Meaning what?

- Nate...

I want you to come with me.

Where I've been living is pretty far off the grid.

- If you leave now before they issue an arrest,

technically, you're not a fugitive.

- Running makes me look guilty. - Maybe.

But you'll look just as guilty in handcuffs,

and then what?

- Look, I thought you would have jumped

at this chance to skip town.

Hell, what are you gonna stick around here for anyway?

- How was I supposed to know

that you threatened Simon on tape?

Why?

- Go away, Maeve.

Hey, Maeve, can I use your printer?

Fucking pervert.

- Bronwyn. How are you?

- What the fuck is wrong with you, Simon?

- Cheating was just the beginning

for good girl gone bad Bronwyn Rojas.

Looks like she had quite the temper too.

Ladies and gentlemen, have we found our killer?

- Crazy, huh? Why would she do that?

- Hey, when are they bringing you in?

- Tomorrow. - Okay.

They may bring up some stuff about me.

And if they do, I just need-- - What kind of stuff?

- Just promise you'll let me explain.

- There's more you haven't told me?

- Look, I can't get into it right now.

Can you just trust me?

- I don't know. Can I?

- You look 30% less like an asshole.

I'm not on Instagram. Fuck Zuckerberg's evil empire.

So if I want to comment, I have to do it analog.

Like in person. This.

Never mind. Bye.

- Hey, um...

30% is generous. I was a dick.

I'm sorry.

You got any plans tonight?

I have a new theory about the case.

- "Instances of bullying, while no doubt reprehensible,

"should be thoroughly examined

"to reach the appropriate sanction.

It is absolutely crucial to look at--"

I'm practicing.

- That video of you yelling at Simon.

That was about me, right? I saw the date on the tape.

That's right when he ghosted me.

I'm not an idiot, Bronwyn.

I might not be you, but I'm not dumb.

- Oh, really?

Because falling for Bayview's most notorious asshole

and sexting him doesn't seem like a genius move.

- You went through my fucking phone?

- Guys always share that stuff. We've talked about this.

And out of all the possible creeps out there,

you really had to let

Simon Kelleher talk you into that.

- Who says he talked me into it?

- Oh, you wanted the photos

to be out there for some perv to jack off to?

- Maybe I did. - Why?

- I don't know, Bronwyn, maybe I was relieved

to finally have something to show off.

I mean, have you Googled the list of side effects

for pediatric chemo?

Delayed menstrual cycle, stunted growth,

uterine abnormalities. You want me to keep going?

Because I could.

I've had plenty of time to kill in that hospital,

and it's not a fun deep dive.

So, yeah, I survived, which is great,

but maybe I actually liked being seen

as something other than a bald, flat-chested alien.

For the record, I actually trusted Simon.

He really liked me,

which is why it never made any sense that he just stopped

talking to me out of the blue.

- I was just trying to-- - Protect me?

Yeah, I know.

- No, not just you. Mom, Dad.

They're not as strong as you think they are.

They would keep it together at the hospital,

then come home and fall fucking apart.

Do you have any idea what it does to them?

They cannot handle one more crisis.

- Yeah? How about you going to prison?

Do you think that's gonna make them happy?

Tell them the truth. - That won't make a difference.

I still threatened Simon. It's on tape.

At least this way, they still have one daughter

who's not a total fuckup.

- Whatever.

At least there isn't a video of you getting in Simon's face

and threatening to kill him.

So she saw you with some guy? Why is that even relevant?

- Because she thinks I hacked into the app

and changed the post.

I mean, it is weird, right? Who else would do that?

- If it was Keely, starting a rumor

Cooper's doping isn't exactly without risk.

- Not if she knew he could pass a test.

- Why post anything about him at all?

- Because he was in the room with us.

- Maybe she thought that no post would look

even more suspicious.

- What did Cooper say? - That I'm being paranoid.

Which, like, obviously. We're being stalked.

I'm about to be interrogated by a police officer

threatening to arrest me.

- They don't actually think you did it, though.

No one does. - Why is that?

The fact that everybody writes me off

is kind of offensive and definitely sexist.

I could totally be a killer, and I'd be

the most dangerous one because no one

would see it coming. - Mm-hmm, I'm so scared.

- Holy crap. It's after 11:00?

- Oh, no, no, I keep it on New York time

when my dad's there 'cause he hates

when I call after he's in bed.

I mean, it's only, like, three hours ahead.

Are you okay?

- What? Yeah.

Um, I'm just tired.

Do you have coffee? I need some caffeine.

- Yeah.

Um, I've got French roast, I think.

I don't have anything pumpkin spice.

- I actually like it black. - Cool, me too.

- Uh, with oat milk if you have it and sugar.

I like it with, um, brown sugar.

- A murderer would take it black.

- Hey.

What are you doing? Wait, is that my computer?

- Just so you know, my phone is tracking my location,

so if I'm gonna end up like Simon--

- You think I killed him? He was my only friend.

- I know you guys were fighting.

You must have known his passwords,

so you posted all of our secrets

to give us motive for the murder that you committed.

You posted them from your laptop,

which is why they were timestamped three hours

after they actually dropped.

Let's see what the police think about that.

- Fine, you're right.

I did post them, but only the first ones,

and I just wanted the police to know you had motive

'cause I was sure one of you did it.

- That post ruined my life, Janae.

- Did it?

You never would have broken up

with that little shit otherwise,

or your friend Vanessa who wouldn't shut up

about the peanut oil in your locker.

That's how I found out.

Look, I knew it would have consequences.

That's why I changed Cooper's secret.

I'm not gonna out him.

I'm not a monster.

Addy, you're bleeding.

- Let me go, or I swear to God...

- I didn't post the photo of the four of you

or the video of Bronwyn,

and I obviously did not kill him.

You can check the timestamps if you don't believe me.

Somebody got into the app and locked me out.

I tried logging in,

and they changed all the passwords,

and then this creepy pop-up message came up.

There is someone else out there.

Whoever's following you guys, that is who killed Simon.

Addy, come on.

Can you please believe me?

- Please?

- We got a call from the detective.

They want you to come in for questioning.

Nate, we're running out of time.

- I'm not leaving. I can't.

- You deserve a second chance. You hear me?

- You think I did it, right?

That's why you're so convinced the cops will arrest me.

Not 'cause they're lazy or corrupt.

It's 'cause you actually think--

- I don't have the right to ask.

I gave that up.

But if you did something,

then it's my fault, not yours,

and you don't need to spend your life punishing yourself.

Hell, what do you call the past six years, huh?

Why not chalk it up to time served?

Nate?

- Thank you.

- I like the hair.

- It's a choice.

- So, Addy, what can you tell me about Cooper Clay?

- Cooper? I don't know.

He's nice.

Okay.

Do these look familiar to you?

We recently obtained a copy of Simon's hard drive,

which allows us to compare these original posts

with some of the unpublished drafts Simon had saved.

Now three of them are identical,

but Cooper's is not, so we think whoever loaded

these onto the app decided to rewrite his.

- It wasn't him.

- Well, who was it then?

- I don't know.

- Has Cooper ever talked to you about Simon Kelleher's laptop?

You ever see him with it?

'Cause we think that's maybe how he rewrote the post,

using the laptop. - Cooper didn't do that.

- Addy, I can see you're really trusting.

You're really loyal.

- She really is.

Any of those kids could be playing her like a fiddle.

- Addy, you got to understand,

these kids are not your friends.

One or more of them was involved in Simon's death,

and that's not the only crime I have to look into here.

Are you familiar with the term obstruction of justice?

Well, then you understand that if you withhold

any pertinent information, you're guilty of a crime,

whether or not you are involved in Simon's death.

- Baby, do you know something?

- Addy, we've seen pictures

of you and your little secret society.

Is one of them coercing you to lie?

We know about one troubling incident in Cooper's past.

Is he threatening you?

Is he forcing you to lie about the laptop?

We need to know, Addy. - Bronwyn had the laptop.

- Did you see her with it?

- No.

But Nate Macauley did.

- Quite the turnout.

- Yeah, I don't think they're here for us, though.

- I'll be right back.

- Hey, we're about to compete. What's up?

- I'm afraid this can't wait.

I just spoke to a friend in the department,

and apparently Addy Prentiss

is saying that you and Nate Macauley

were in possession of Simon's laptop.

- Wait, what?

- We need to have a serious chat tonight.

- Thank you all. And welcome.

- Okay. I--I have to go.

- As always, we strive to choose topics

of real impact on today's youth.

And today's resolution is:

"Instances of high school bullying

"are as pernicious as acts of physical violence

and should be penalized accordingly."

Arguing the affirmative will be

Laguna South High School's Alex Ross.

The negative will be argued

by Bayview High School's Bronwyn Rojas.

Mr. Ross.

- Thank you, Mr. Shapiro. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the goal of any educational administration...

- Bronwyn. How are you?

- What the fuck is wrong with you, Simon?

I don't know how the hell you got her to send the photos.

I don't know who else you're trying to target.

I don't give a shit. I'll tell you this though.

Possession of child pornography in the state of California

is a felony, penal code 311, and the fact

that you are a minor does not exempt you from it.

So unless you want to be registered as a sex offender

for the rest of your life,

I suggest you delete the photos right now

and stay the fuck away from Maeve

or I'll fucking kill you. Do you understand?

- I know you cheated. I was gonna let it slide.

Do your whole family a solid.

But, yeah, I'll leave Maeve alone.

But maybe you should worry about yourself.

- Oh, and smile. Camera.

- We see time and again, there's no way to draw a line

between verbal and physical assault,

between emotional and bodily injury.

In fact, just two days ago,

we saw leaked footage emerge of an incident involving

none other than my opponent, Bronwyn Rojas,

and her former classmate Simon Kelleher,

whose untimely death is currently being investigated.

And while I don't pretend to know

whether Miss Rojas was involved directly,

please note we are seeing the same pattern:

a victim of verbal assault

is subsequently a victim of physical harm.

- All right, that's time, Mr. Ross.

Now arguing the negative,

Bayview High School's Bronwyn Rojas.

- Don't worry, Bronwyn. You're gonna murder it!

- Excuse me.

- Fuck this. You know what?

I really hate to interrupt, but...

This is bullshit.

- Maeve.

- It's fine. Yeah, hi.

For those of you who don't know me,

I'm Maeve Rojas.

That's my sister Bronwyn,

who you guys probably saw in that video.

Otherwise most of you wouldn't be here right now.

No offense, Mr. Shapiro.

- I'm sorry, Miss Rojas--

- The thing is, I sent Simon some pics.

Okay?

You know? Bathroom selfies.

And Bronwyn thought that Simon was gonna post them

'cause that was kind of his thing,

may he rest in peace.

And she's got this problem where she thinks

she needs to protect me from everything all the time,

even when I don't ask her to.

But I guess it kind of makes sense

because, for a while,

it felt like a fucking sneeze would split me in two.

What I'm trying to say is that my sister's not a murderer,

and she wasn't bullying him.

I mean, I will give you that she is fucking annoying,

does a million extracurricular activities,

gets the best grades, helps with chores,

and still has time to save me from myself when I fuck up.

She was just scared everyone would eat me alive.

You know, kind of like what you're all doing

to her right now.

Yeah.

So, Mr. Ross, maybe if you're gonna throw out clickbait

instead of actual arguments, you could at least, like,

I don't know, fact check.

- You're entitled to have a guardian present,

just so we're clear.

- You want to cut to the chase?

- We got a witness that says that Bronwyn Rojas

was in possession of Simon Kelleher's laptop.

Is that true?

- Not that I'm aware of.

- That's weird, 'cause that same witness

has also said that you know about it.

- Sorry, just not true. That it?

- There's this really compelling argument

that, neurologically speaking,

nobody should be considered a mature adult

until they're about mid-20s.

Adolescent brains just trying to figure out

which neural pathways to use, and as a result,

it's just flooded with twice the amount of neurons.

That means the dopamine hit that you get

from high-risk behavior, illegal drugs,

macho posturing for your friends,

your young brains actually getting twice the high.

Meanwhile, you got this prefrontal cortex,

and that's decision making and impulse and forethought,

and that is just painfully underdeveloped,

especially in males.

Kind of cruel when you think about it.

Your own brain is just hardwired

to get you in trouble. May not even be your fault.

Hey, here's the thing. Legal system doesn't care.

The kid died, and whoever is responsible

is gonna be tried as an adult,

whether they've turned 18 or not.

I cannot tell you how many of my colleagues think you did it.

So tell us the truth. You might get us off your back.

You might save yourself.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Was Bronwyn Rojas ever in possession

of Simon Kelleher's laptop?

- Twelve hours since you talked to the cops

and I still haven't been arrested,

so...thank you.

- You're not welcome. You made my life hell.

I just thought that what you put us through

is nothing compared to what you've been through,

and I didn't want to make your life hell unless I was sure.

Also, I checked the timestamp in the last posts.

- You know, you are smarter than people think.

Totally could have killed Simon and gotten away with it.

Wait.

There's something else about the day Simon died.

Something I didn't think was important at first,

but... now I'm not sure.

- You changed your mind. I'll get my things.

- No, I'm leaving, but not with you.

- What do you mean?

- I wasn't just gonna let people think that--

- That's enough, Maeve. - I was just--

- I said that's enough. - I owe you one.

- What happened? Any news?

- Well, Maeve's little performance

did earn Bronwyn some sympathy,

but it also gives her yet another motive.

A bit of good news, though, on the laptop front:

Bronwyn's story was corroborated.

- It was?

- Nate Macauley. He insists he never saw it,

so that really helps.

Unless Addy can tell them where to find it,

which she obviously can't, there's nothing to worry about.

- Two minutes to go!

- 9:30 is an estimate, okay?

My birth certificate is still in storage.

- Okay, well, in that case...

Happy birthday.

- Hey, hey. Sorry.

Can we just-- just take it slow tonight?

- Okay.

Yeah, um, what's going on?

Right. Like you'd even tell me.

- I'm sorry. It's just...

The first time

I ever messed around with a guy, Kyle,

we were both 15.

We barely did anything, but I liked him.

Anyway, that weekend, I wanted to see him again,

so I texted him,

asking if he wanted to meet up somewhere away from everything,

like a park at night. He just said okay.

Something was off, but I went.

This older guy shows up.

Kind of looks like Kyle.

His older brother.

He saw the text that I sent,

and he blamed me

for his little brother being a pervert.

He started punching me.

At some point, I just had to punch him back,

and I did, hard.

- Hard?

- Mm-hmm. I broke his nose.

I had never even been in a fight before.

I didn't know--

Anyway, when the cops showed up,

he didn't want to say what the real fight was about,

said that I started it out of nowhere.

and I--I could just see how easily

that cop believed him.

I knew that if I didn't say anything,

that would be the story.

And if I'm being honest,

that's what I wanted.

Because, in baseball,

you can come back from beating guys up,

but kissing them?

Not so much. And I was so scared.

So I just took the blame.

I never saw Kyle again,

and my dad was able to guess the truth anyway.

God, it was so ugly.

And I'm so--I'm so sorry.

- You don't have to apologize.

- What?

- You have to go?

- No.

It's not important.

This is where I want to be.

- Yeah.

- Seriously?

Hello?

Guys?

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