1. Mountains.
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2. Empty road.
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3. More empty road.
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4. Empty road with tractor.
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5. Mailboxes.
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6. House with satellite dish.
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7. Youth centre backyard.
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8. Stupid sheep.
Stupid hay bales.
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9. Stupid trampoline girls.
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10. Welcome to Skoddeheimen.
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11. TURN ME ON, GODDAMMIT
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12. Oh, hallelujah!
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13. You should see
how stiff and huge my dick is.
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14. Big, warm, strong and...
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15. Simply glorious. Would you like me
to get inside you?
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16. I just want to get
inside you and let it go.
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17. Jeez, am I ever hard.
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18. Are you getting there?
Well, this is it.
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19. I'm officially about to come.
What about you?
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20. Hello?
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21. - Alma?
- In the kitchen.
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22. - Hi, darling. How was school today?
- As usual.
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23. - What about you?
- Not quite as usual.
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24. A local news crew came to see us.
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25. My boss at the turnip plant
won them over with his charm.
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26. Why's the phone on the floor?
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27. - Hi, Alma.
- Hi, Artur.
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28. - Nice dog.
- Bingo.
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29. Mind if I join you?
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30. At night I dream that Artur
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31. He looks tenderly at me.
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32. He leads me to the bed.
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33. He carefully lays me down.
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34. He pulls up my nightgown
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35. He lies down beside me,
holds me close.
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36. Stays there until morning.
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37. - I'm heading this way.
- Okay.
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38. You going to the party?
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39. - Yeah.
- Cool.
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40. - Sorry.
- Smoking isn't healthy.
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41. No, it's damn unhealthy.
But it calms me down.
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42. - I'm serious. We don't have all day.
- You're right.
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43. - What about him?
- Perfect.
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44. - Excuse me? Hi.
- Hi.
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45. I was going to buy beer,
but forgot my ID at home.
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46. What a pity.
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47. - He was all right.
- Well, maybe.
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48. Hurry. The bus.
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49. - Do you have to? Every time?
- Yeah.
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50. - Wild Wet Dreams, Stig speaking?
- Hi, it's Alma.
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51. Alma? Jeez, I was worried.
You just vanished. What happened?
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52. - Mom came home.
- Oh dear.
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53. - She didn't get it.
- Well, that's good.
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54. - Just so you know. Call you later.
- Please do, Alma.
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55. - What do you think?
- Pretty neat.
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56. - Jogging reduces sick leave.
- It that a problem?
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57. It could become one.
You never know.
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58. In any case, it's a good idea
to stay in shape.
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59. Bye.
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60. - Hi, Magda.
- Hi.
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61. Artur's going to the party.
I've bought a new dress.
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62. I had my doubts.
Then Maria came in and said:
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63. I think you look hot.
Buy it.
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64. Maria's cool. My best friends' big
sister. Studies sociology in Oslo.
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65. She said, "Come and visit me.
Bring Artur along."
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66. Then she winked slyly.
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67. "Hi, Artur."
"Hi, Alma."
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68. "Wanna step outside?"
"Okay."
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69. We run through the forest.
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70. Artur looks at me.
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71. He says we're alike,
and belong together.
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72. He takes my hand in his.
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73. And we're one.
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74. - Leaving already?
- Can't stay too long.
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75. Behave at the party. Don't drink
until you puke or get pregnant. Okay?
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76. All right. Bye, Maria.
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77. She's having a blast in Oslo.
Parties, concerts, cool roommates.
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78. While we're here,
locked up, oppressed.
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79. - Take it easy.
- I'm sick of this hole.
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80. - I'm so done with it. I'm leaving.
- So where are you gonna go?
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81. To Texas, to work to abolish
capital punishment.
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82. - How?
- Raising awareness.
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83. Like, daily demos
outside the courtrooms.
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84. - Good luck.
- You wanna spend your life here?
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85. Be a shop clerk,
party on until you turn gray?
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86. - I'll get an education later.
- In what?
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87. Master of stacking
and bachelor of price tagging?
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88. There's Artur.
He plays guitar in the choir band.
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89. - And I'm singing solo. Hi!
- Hi, Artur.
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90. All men are potential rapists.
They can do it if they want.
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91. - But don't.
- They have the gear.
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92. - Relax, will you?
- I'm relaxed.
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93. This singer's a fascist.
He's always been.
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94. - As if.
- It's true.
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95. - Ready to step outside?
- No.
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96. - I'll wait a bit.
- Me too.
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97. - Why the big smile?
- He poked me with his dick. Artur.
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98. - Artur.
- He poked you with his dick?
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99. - What do you mean?
- I was outside. Artur came.
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100. He stood beside me, opened
his fly and got out his boner.
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101. He pushed it against my thigh.
Like this.
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102. - You sure it was his dick?
- Yeah.
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103. - I was just catching some fresh air.
- Listen to yourself!
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104. It's like... Hello, Alma! "He poked
me with his dick!" Get real.
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105. - You know what Alma just said?
- I need a smoke.
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106. - That you poked her with your dick.
- Thanks a lot, Alma.
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107. But... He did poke me with his dick.
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108. Well, I've seen enough boners
to know they'd shrink around you.
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109. So off the mark.
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110. Alma, are you awake?
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111. Yeah.
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112. - May I come in?
- No.
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113. Alma, you're much
too young to drink beer.
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114. - I'm almost 16.
- Alma, please...
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115. Please what?
Please turn 16, or please don't?
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116. - You know what I mean.
- I've got a fever.
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117. I won't allow it in any case.
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118. Alma home?
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119. - Morning, Alma.
- Hi.
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120. What happened yesterday
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121. I don't remember. I was drunk.
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122. Aren't you afraid I'll infect you?
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123. I'm gonna take off my pants.
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124. You're gonna go down on me,
then I'll go down on you. Okay?
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125. Artur came by. He fucked me.
He loved it.
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126. But I want more. I want more.
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127. Touch them.
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128. Oh yes, Alma.
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129. Now go down on me, or
I'll hammer your head in.
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130. Get me a hammer. Now!
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131. Hello?
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132. Everyone knows what you said.
Nobody wants to talk to you.
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133. Ingrid came to see me.
She took out her lip gloss.
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134. I wanted a hammer inside me.
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135. I got up. Brushed against her
with my tit. She screamed:
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136. - God damn it!
- And left.
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137. My personal hell just broke loose.
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138. Alma! We've overslept.
Get up! I'll drive you.
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139. I'm really sorry.
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140. Have a nice day.
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141. Let me see.
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142. "Anyone poked you with..."
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143. Silence.
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144. Day 1: The note.
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145. Day 2: Me and the garbage bin.
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146. Day 3...
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147. "Dick-Alma".
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148. Mission outcast accomplished.
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149. - I want a hash cigarette.
- A hash cigarette?
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150. - Yes please.
- All right.
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151. We'll fix it during the lunch break.
Hundred kroner. Okay?
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152. Has anyone poked Alma
with his dick lately?
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153. Does anyone want to smoke this
with me? Artur, what about you?
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154. Huh?
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155. That day, Artur walked me home
from the bus stop. He said:
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156. I don't really like the sisters,
at least not the blond one, Ingrid.
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157. - I think she's stupid.
- You do?
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158. I really like you, Alma. But it's
so hard to express what I feel.
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159. You're so...
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160. - Unpopular.
- That's right.
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161. From now on it's us.
I'll always defend you.
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162. It's too late. I'm moving
to New York to become a model.
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163. But...
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164. What's that?
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165. We hurry home.
Mom's not there.
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166. We jump into her bed,
tear off our clothes and have sex.
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167. Then we smoke the hash cigarette.
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168. Artur blows smoke rings like a pro.
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169. I turn soft.
Artur turns hard.
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170. Then we keep having sex
until sunrise.
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171. Dick-Alma, Dick-Alma!
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172. - Where have you been?
- The mailbox at the grocery store.
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173. All right.
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174. It seems impossible, but you can
feel his stench all the way up here.
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175. Time for a break soon.
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176. Ingrid will apply more lip gloss.
Then she'll approach Artur and say:
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177. "You gotta see this." She'll pull
him into the broom closet.
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178. Let him fondle her big, fat tits.
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179. They kiss, agree
to marry and have brats.
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180. Goddamn choir slut.
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181. Good enough?
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182. Hi.
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183. - Cool jacket.
- Thanks.
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184. This sucks big time.
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185. I know. Hopeless.
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186. - What is it?
- Feel the smell?
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187. - No.
- Hash.
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188. - It stinks of hash. My jacket.
- The only stench here is of sweat.
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189. - No, it's hash. I promise.
- Very well.
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190. - I'm not crazy.
- Surely not.
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191. - Hi, Kjartan.
- Hello, Saralou.
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192. - Why are you looking at me?
- Sorry. I'm stoned.
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193. - You want some? I've got more.
- No thanks.
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194. Maybe some other time?
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195. I'm not into that shit.
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196. - Goodbye.
- Bye, Saralou.
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197. 6374 kroner?
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198. What's this? "Service number"?
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199. Alma, have you been calling
this service number?
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200. It's phone sex.
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201. - Phone sex?
- Relax.
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202. - I'll pay for it.
- But you don't have a job.
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203. Maybe Sebjørn
needs help at the store?
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204. Right.
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205. We'll call him.
Promise not to do it again. Deal?
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206. Deal. Don't say
I need it to pay for phone sex.
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207. - Don't be so direct.
- Phone sex!
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208. - Alma! Service number.
- Phone sex, damn it!
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209. Phone sex!
Your sick daughter needs phone sex!
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210. - I'm dialling.
- Don't say it.
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211. We'll see.
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212. - Did you tell him?
- No.
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213. You can start...
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214. You can start tomorrow.
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215. Just tell me one thing, Alma. Why on
earth did you call a service number?
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216. Because I'm horny.
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217. I think I need to be alone now.
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218. - This your hideout?
- Yeah.
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219. "He poked me with his dick."
Well put.
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220. A classic.
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221. You didn't worry about
the consequences?
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222. - Nope.
- What's it like?
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223. I wanna do like this and scream.
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224. - Then do it.
- Just did. Felt like a fool.
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225. I've never been in love.
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226. Not that I wanna be.
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227. - Not until I'm far away from here.
- Why not?
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228. - I'd end up a housewife.
- Is that what happens?
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229. Correct.
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230. Mom was gonna study in Bergen.
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231. She met dad. End of story.
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232. I can hang with you here,
but not at school. Okay?
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233. Okay.
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234. - Hello?
- Hi, it's Stig.
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235. This is your monthly bonus call.
Are you ready?
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236. - Yes.
- We're in a metropolis. New York.
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237. It's evening. It's raining,
pouring down outside the UN.
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238. I come in through the entrance, run
to the elevator. Are you with me?
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239. You're there, in a suit skirt.
You gaze hungrily at me.
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240. I feel my dick growing, a huge
tower building up. I open my zipper.
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241. You look at my dick. It's even
bigger now. I lift up your skirt.
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242. - My suit skirt?
- I find the way, thrust into America.
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243. You're dripping wet, so...
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244. Alma?
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245. Dinnertime!
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246. Eating alone wasn't much fun.
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247. It didn't taste good.
We can eat dinner together tomorrow.
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248. Hurray for that.
It's rubbish anyway.
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249. - What?
- It tastes like shit.
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250. After "bag", say "receipt".
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251. If they say "yes", just...
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252. - There. Super simple, right?
- Yeah.
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253. It's always quiet this time of day.
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254. Before the rush.
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255. - Boring?
- Yeah, a bit.
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256. You know what we'll do now?
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257. Close the store.
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258. Then we'll go to the back and...
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259. All night.
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260. You're so hot.
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261. You have no idea.
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262. Alma.
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263. Hello? Hello?
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264. 39.50.
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265. I was bored,
so I tried riding a roll of coins.
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266. Then Sebjørn
turned up in my fantasy.
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267. What's the matter with me?
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268. And Artur simply left.
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269. Why can't he just admit it?
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270. - Why can't you admit it?
- Jeez, you're sick.
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271. But you did it.
Yes, you did it! You did it!
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272. Ouch. Huge ouch.
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273. - Not good. Pull yourself together.
- Go fuck yourself.
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274. - That's no way to address a teacher.
- Fine, spongeface.
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275. People? My birthday's next week.
I'm having a party.
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276. Here you go.
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277. No.
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278. - Why not?
- That's just how it is.
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279. - How are things at school?
- Fine.
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280. - That's good.
- Really.
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281. Well, I'll go complete the orders.
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282. I bet mom's ecstatic that
I'm working two evenings a week.
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283. She can barely stand
looking at me anymore.
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284. She tries. I mean, she's my mom.
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285. But she can't stand it.
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286. She knows I'm horny.
It grosses her out.
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287. Maybe she's heard me.
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288. Artur!
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289. I can see it in her face.
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290. She's guaranteed heard me.
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291. Little raisin.
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292. - Saralou!
- Kjartan, hi.
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293. - I've written you a poem.
- A poem?
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294. Beautiful.
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295. Why don't you want to be with me?
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296. Because I don't follow the social
norm of showers and deodorants?
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297. - That's not it.
- My pitiful moustache?
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298. - No.
- Then what?
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299. I wanna get out of here.
Away from Skoddeheimen.
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300. The day I turn 16, I'll get a moped.
Then we can leave at once.
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301. - Where do you wanna go?
- Texas. Abolish capital punishment.
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302. - Important issue.
- Very.
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303. You know, I like the way you smell.
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304. Rank, but real.
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305. Could you dust the magazine shelf?
I'll pay you an extra half hour.
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306. - Of course.
- Super.
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307. Thanks a lot.
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308. He bikes off with his bike helmet.
When he gets home, -
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309. - he asks Ingrid why
she's stopped seeing Alma.
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310. "You used to be inseparable."
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311. "Haven't you heard?"
"No."
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312. "She said Artur poked her
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313. Sebjørn is speechless.
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314. I have to cut this out.
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315. - Pull myself together. Behave.
- Smart.
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316. - Well, cheers.
- Cheers.
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317. - By the way, I'm in love.
- No?
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318. - Big crisis.
- But that's great!
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319. - I must be cold, hard, let it pass.
- Good plan.
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320. Not really.
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321. - Who's the lucky guy?
- Kjartan.
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322. - Sara and Kjartan.
- God damn it.
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323. - Lousy town!
- Shitty store!
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324. - Stupid republic!
- Crap phone bill!
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325. - Asshole American legal system!
- Goddamn choir!
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326. Fuck social democracy!
Fuck society! I mean it, damn it!
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327. - Cheers.
- Cheers.
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328. - I think Artur likes you.
- Oh?
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329. Yeah, I'm almost certain.
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330. - Why do you think so?
- Well, I dunno.
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331. - I just think so.
- You do?
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332. Yeah. Imagine.
Me dating Kjartan. You dating Artur.
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333. - We could go on a double date.
- Fine by me.
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334. Hello? Oh hi, Sebjørn.
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335. A porn mag?
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336. Listen, there's something
abnormal about Alma.
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337. So... Could you give her
one more chance, please?
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338. Thank you so much.
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339. Porn? You really want to support
such a vile business?
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340. - You're grounded. Go to your room.
- Fine.
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341. - Again?
- We've got regular days now.
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342. Tuesdays and Thursdays. It's very
popular. You're still grounded.
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343. - I'm thirsty.
- All right.
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344. I'm using the safety lock.
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345. Alma Solheimslid.
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346. 16 years old in three months.
An outcast, shunned by everyone.
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347. Because I said Artur poked me
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348. Thanks a lot, Alma.
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349. Well, thanks the same, Artur.
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350. - Alma, are you here?
- I'm here.
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351. Good. I've got a plan.
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352. - Don't cry when I can't comfort you.
- I'm not crying.
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353. Good.
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354. I think it's time
you had a word with Artur.
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355. - I don't know.
- Maybe you'll get your life back?
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356. - You going to Kari's party?
- Think so.
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357. It's certain to be boring.
She's so anal.
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358. Yeah.
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359. - You gonna start coughing?
- I know you met Alma.
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360. I followed you. You were going to the
mailbox. I saw you in the bus shed.
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361. I asked myself why they never wrote
back. Checked your desk drawer.
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362. Full of unsent letters. So who's
Sebjørn's "radical" daughter?
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363. - A disloyal, pathetic hypocrite.
- Alma never did anything wrong.
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364. - Except lying.
- What if it's Artur who's lying?
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365. - No. He tried to kiss me yesterday.
- Right.
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366. - It's true!
- I'm sick of this.
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367. I'm going to talk to Alma
at school on Monday.
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368. Hello? Aren't we going to a party?
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369. Wild Wet Dreams, Stig speaking?
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370. - It's Alma.
- Hi!
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371. It's been a while. Enough to suspect
you got lucky. Am I right?
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372. - I'm afraid not.
- Ready to get it on?
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373. I'm not in the mood.
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374. - Is it Artur? Doesn't he want you?
- No. Nobody wants me.
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375. Sure they do! There's always
someone out there.
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376. - Talking about yourself?
- Nope.
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377. I've got enough to cope with.
But think, Alma.
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378. There must be someone you can
talk to, someone who understands you.
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379. Maybe. I'm not sure.
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380. Well, then there's just
one thing that helps.
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381. - What?
- Booze.
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382. Sara writes letters to prisoners
on death row. Ingrid's a soloist.
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383. Maria is having a great time in Oslo.
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384. How are things with Alma?
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385. Well...
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386. I feel bad, saying this about
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387. I hate it.
She only thinks about one thing:
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388. Sex. She calls sex hotlines
and steals porn magazines.
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389. And I've heard her many times.
I'm so embarrassed.
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390. - I don't know what to do.
- Poor thing.
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391. - Have you never heard yours?
- No.
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392. - Hello?
- Hi, you prick.
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393. - We belong together.
- You're sick.
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394. Come here.
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395. - You poked me with your dick.
- I didn't.
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396. - You did. You did.
- No, Alma.
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397. - You poked me with your dick!
- Okay. Fine.
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398. - I thought it meant something.
- It didn't.
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399. - My life's ruined.
- I know, but...
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400. - So I should admit it to everyone?
- That would be nice.
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401. - No way.
- We belong together.
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402. We have to be together.
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403. Alma...
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404. I already have a girlfriend.
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405. Turid. From Stavanger.
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406. We met at the Choirival last year.
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407. - The Choirival?
- It's a festival for Ten Sing choirs.
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408. Sorry.
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409. - Oslo?
- Yeah.
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410. Hop in.
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411. Hey? Come on.
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412. We're there.
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413. The first recess
is in fifteen minutes.
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414. Artur will look
to where I usually stand.
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415. Børre will notice, and say:
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416. "Alma's not at school today."
"What do you mean?"
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417. "You have to be strong to take
the kind of shit she's taken."
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418. Artur will feel guilty.
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419. "She's really kinda cute."
Einar nods his head.
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420. Artur basically agrees.
He's starting to regret.
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421. But it's too late.
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422. 'Cause I'm never going back.
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423. - Hello?
- Is Maria home?
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424. - Hi. I'm Elisabeth.
- Alma.
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425. Come in.
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426. - Does Maria know you're coming?
- No.
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427. - Because it's a bit early.
- No problem.
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428. You've got a visitor.
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429. - Alma?
- Hi.
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430. What are you doing here?
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431. Good morning, sunshine.
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432. Hi.
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433. - Cool jacket.
- Thanks.
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434. Are you okay?
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435. Not really.
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436. It's pretty stressful these days.
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437. The exams are coming up,
and I'm way behind.
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438. - We can talk this evening, okay?
- Sure.
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439. Good to see you.
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440. Hi, this is Dick-Alma's sex hotline.
Leave a message or fuck off.
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441. - Hi, Magda.
- Hi.
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442. Sorry to disturb you.
Alma didn't come home last night.
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443. Is that so?
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444. - You haven't seen her?
- No.
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445. Sorry about the curtain.
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446. - It was mean.
- It was stupid. Unnecessary.
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447. Imagine, insinuating
that I spy on people.
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448. - Of course you don't.
- No, of course not.
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449. So you haven't seen Alma?
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450. Let's see...
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451. At around eight yesterday evening,
Alma came out the door.
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452. Evidently upset. Gave me the finger.
She walked down the road.
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453. Turned left, probably to see Artur.
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454. Two hours later, at half past ten,
I saw her in the passenger seat -
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455. - of a pale blue Volvo.
I assume they drove to town.
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456. - She probably hitchhiked to Oslo.
- Jesus! Oslo?
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457. You know, her great idol
lives there, Maria.
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458. - Sebjørn's eldest daughter.
- Thank you.
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459. Well, Alma's been
very much alone here lately.
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460. - You know what happened at the party?
- No.
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461. - Who was that?
- Unknown caller.
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462. - Did you run away from home?
- Yeah.
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463. - Why?
- Alma doesn't have to tell everyone.
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464. - It's okay.
- Let's hear it.
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465. Right, about six weeks ago, there
was a party at the youth centre.
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466. Everything was normal.
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467. Then I went out for a beer.
Artur came and stood beside me.
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468. We stood there. Suddenly, out
of the blue, he unzipped his fly -
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469. - and took out his dick, erected,
and poked it against my thigh.
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470. - You must be kidding.
- I'm not.
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471. I was like,
"He poked me with his dick!"
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472. Nobody believed me.
Artur denied it, of course.
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473. It wasn't very popular.
'Cause someone else likes Artur -
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474. - more than normal, and she made
the whole region think I was mental.
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475. Nobody talks to me at school.
They call me "Dick-Alma".
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476. Shit.
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477. So I hitchhiked here.
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478. There's nothing wrong with you, Alma.
Nothing at all.
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479. If you ask me, this Artur guy
has the hots for you.
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480. I mean, you don't just poke
your dick at anyone.
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481. - Cheers.
- Here's to you, Alma.
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482. Forget Artur.
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483. Dick-Alma, Dick-Alma, -
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484. - where did you go?
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485. Queen of the night.
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486. Something went wrong,
but now you're in the city, -
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487. - everything feels all right.
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488. You smile so lovely, -
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489. - you're the one I want,
you're Dick-Alma.
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490. I mean, damn it, you're Dick-Alma!
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491. Let the dorks eat shit.
Dick-Alma rules!
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492. "Little raisin"!
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493. Hey, you have to answer it.
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494. Hi, this is Alma's phone.
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495. She's here.
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496. My boss gave me a week off
for the fall vacation.
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497. We're going to Paris!
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498. Really?
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499. Cool!
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500. The turnip plant boss?
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501. Hi.
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502. - Arild.
- Alma.
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503. Nice.
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504. Bye.
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505. Artur?
What are you doing here?
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506. Can you come down?
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507. Hi.
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508. I lied to you the other day.
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509. - Saying it didn't mean anything.
- It's okay. What's done is done.
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510. But...
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511. - Yes?
- I think I'm in love with you.
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512. Artur, stop it. You had your shot,
and boy did you blow it.
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513. Guitar player or not.
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514. - We're two of a kind. Alike.
- I'm no coward.
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515. - No.
- Goodbye, Artur.
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516. Hi.
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517. - Our hitchhiker?
- Your sister says hello.
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518. Cool.
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519. What happened, Ingrid?
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520. - Lip gloss overdose.
- Oh dear.
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521. I POKED ALMA WITH MY DICK
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522. So you're Artur?
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523. Yeah.
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524. Mommy?
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525. Can Artur sleep over?
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