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30s
So where d'you live? Not far from the school. Harcourt Terrace. Ah, by the canal. Did you grow up there? Yeah. Though we're probably moving. My parents are broke. That's why they sent me to that school. Yeah, I was wondering about that. You're a bit posh for around there. Speak for yourself. Your house is massive. Is it? My parents are probably splitting up. That's sad. Are you doing okay with it? Oh, yeah. It's a bit intense being around them. Jesus, all that drama. I'm glad I don't have parents.
Sing Street
49s
What did she mean by that? Well, I think what she means is that you need to reach a place in your life where you're okay with your sadness. It's pretty high concept stuff. How old d'you say she was again? Sixteen. It's monastic. She's like a monk. She sounds really pretentious. Why, 'cause she wants to leave school and follow her vocation? You call wanting to be a model a vocation? Anything can be a vocation, Ann. Being a taxi driver, being a bin man, being a poet, being a singer, being an artist. Brendan, I never wanted to be an artist. We couldn't get the brush out of your hand when you were a kid. What is wrong with being an architect? It's not a vocation. I thought everything was a vocation. Don't be playing word games with me, Ann. I don't do "words," all right? Come on, Conor. Turn out the lights before you go to bed, Ann.
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35.8s
So her dad's dead and her mam is a lunatic. And you thought you had problems. I see now what the older boyfriend thing is about. Daddy issues. I used to know chicks like this. They're tricky, and they need a lot of protecting. Are you up to that, Conor? I don't know. So what's it all about? I think she's just an amazing human being. I've never seen anyone like her. The way she talks and looks. She wears these sunglasses, and when she takes them off, her eyes are like the clouds clearing past the moon.
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35.4s
Shit, I've got to go soon. We only have a half hour dinner window in our house. So, what's the house like, where you live? It's nice. Nicer than some of the dumps I've lived in. So where are your parents? My dad's brown bread. He got hit by a car. Oh, my God. Sorry. Really don't be. He was a drunk. He deserved it. And me ma's in and out of hospital. Why? She's a nurse. Oh, right. No, she's manic-depressive.
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