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I'm not making it up.
I saw them punch the old man in the stomach and leave him there.
Now, Daisy, let's not have our imagination run away with the wheelbarrow.
You know what happened last time.
So, tell me.
Did these mysterious men buy any cookies while they were beating up this nice old man?
Mom, you're not listening to me.
No one wants to buy anything from their doorstep anymore.
I think I'm ready to retire.
You're 13.
I think I want to become an actress.
(kiss)
Oh, Maggie.
Ugh, can we take that again?
I just didn't feel anything.
One more time.
Oh, Maggie.
(kick)
(groan)
I thought about nothing except what we once were.
How we made magic.
That's a cut. (groan)
That one felt good to me.