Ray Bronson:
Julie.
Julie James:
Ray! Hi! God, what are you doing here?
Ray Bronson:
I got in early. Uh, who was that guy?
Julie James:
Oh, that's Will. He's a friend, you'd like him.
Ray Bronson:
Yeah.
Julie James:
Will, we're just friends.
Ray Bronson:
Every guy in history who tried to pick up on a girl did the good friend thing first. You ready to go? 'Kay, I have my truck, you know the drill. There's a crab boiler at Ollies, Croaker Queen Pageant. It's small town fun, but it's still nice.
Julie James:
Ray, I can't.
Ray Bronson:
You can't what?
Julie James:
I just, I, I feel like there's this small part of me that hasn't healed up enough to go back. So, please understand.
Ray Bronson:
Yeah, I understand.
Julie James:
Well, it's not like that, Ray, it's not you. 'Kay? It is not you, it's, it's all me, in my head. You know, I wanna go back, I wanna be... fine, I wanna be with you and I want everything to be like it was. It just isn't. Why don't you stay up here, you know? Fireworks over the river, a million little things to do...
Ray Bronson:
I have to work, Julie! My boat's in Southport, remember? But, hey, it's cool. You need your space from Croaker Land and... probably from me, too.
Julie James:
Ray?
Ray Bronson:
*Walking away* Forget it.
Julie James:
Ray! Ray!
Ray Bronson:
*Continues walking away*
Julie James:
*To herself* I'm scared, that's all.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:47