Fuck the guitar. The Riches is over for the season. Depressing.
Dahlia: We’re going home.
Didi: Home?
Cal: She means camp.
Didi: What about Dad?
Dahlia: Your dad’s staying here.
Didi: Well fine, then I'm staying here too.
Wayne: Don’t be stupid. Go with your mother.
Didi: She doesn’t give a shit about me. I’m staying here. If we run into any more trouble, we’ll just find ourselves some more dead buffers.
Sigh.
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