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- Probably just gonna go to city college. - [pages rustling] - Put the magazine back! - [both snickering] Shit! [huffs] - You doing okay, mama? - Oh, yeah, that was terrifying, wasn't it? Thank God you were there. So I guess we can't have pencils anymore. Yeah, just gotta go back to quill tipped markers. Crayola. Right. Thank you. It's for you. I got it for the baby. - I couldn't resist it. [laughing] - She loves pink. It's more for you and Andrea than it is for the baby. I'm sorry I didn't have time to wrap it. - No, it's perfect. - Okay. Good. I'll see you tomorrow. Or, I mean, later. - Thank you. - Okay. [easy listening music playing] ♪ It's hard to think ♪ ♪ This eve of parting ♪ ♪ Turns to sand of summer gone ♪ ♪ When both our minds are warped with parting ♪ ♪ Break the thought of nights alone ♪ ♪ Maybe I should... ♪