Hey, are you okay, franky?

Che, Lysea.

Oh, there you are, Jonathan.

Yep.

What's up with Franky?

He won't fucking stop smoking pot. He takes way too much-it can't be good for him. So I took his pack and I hid it and now he's pissed at me.

What? Where? ¿A donde?

En el arbol.

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Lysea, it's our song, you coming?!

I'll be right there, Sarah!