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never have i ever script ( episode 1 )

𝔂π“ͺ𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰. 2021. 9. 17. 05:13

Hey, gods. It's Devi Vishwakumar,

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your favorite Hindu girl

in the San Fernando Valley.

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What's a-poppin'?

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It's the first day of school,

and I thought we should have a check in.

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I think we can all agree

that last year sucked

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for a number of reasons.

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So I thought of a few ways

you guys can make it up to me.

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One: I'd like to be invited to a party

with alcohol and hard drugs.

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I'm not gonna do them.

I'd just like the opportunity to say:

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"No cocaine for me, thanks. I'm good."

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Two: I'd love for my arm hair to thin out.

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I know it's an Indian thing,

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but my forearms look like

the frigging floor of a barber shop.

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And lastly, most importantly,

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I'd really, really like a boyfriend,

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but not some nerd from one of AP classes.

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Like a guy from a sports team.

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He can be dumb. I don't care.

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I just want him to be a stone-cold hottie,

who could rock me all night long.

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Thanks for considering. I love you guys.

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As she said,

this is Devi Vishwakumar.

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She's a 15-year-old Indian-American girl

from Sherman Oaks, California,

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and it's her first day of sophomore year.

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And I am legendary tennis player,

John McEnroe.

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Point to Mr. McEnroe.

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Wow, I look great there.

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Now, you may be asking yourself:

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why is sports icon John McEnroe

narrating this tale?

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-Dammit!

-It'll make sense later, I promise.

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Her story starts

when her parents, Nalini and Mohan,

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moved to the United States

in September 2001.

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Not a super chill time

to be a brown person in America.

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Yes!

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Devi worshipped her father.

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And while he and her mother stayed true

to their Indian roots...

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No, no, no, thank you.

We are vegetarians.

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...Devi was all-American.

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But shortly after this barbecue,

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things got complicated

for this little family.

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At Devi's spring orchestra concert,

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Mohan had a heart attack.

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Mohan!

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Somebody call 9-1-1!

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Somebody call an ambulance.

An ambulance, please!

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Mohan!

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He died.

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Devi was devastated,

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but things were about to get even worse.

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A week later...

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Devi's legs stopped working.

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There was no medical reason why,

but they were definitely not working.

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And now, she was in a wheelchair.

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Just because Devi is confined

to a wheelchair,

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does not make her any less human.

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As far as we know, it's not contagious.

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But she wouldn't have to

go through it alone.

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Her two best friends

took the situation in stride.

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Well, maybe not in stride,

but definitely in character.

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One day, you will walk again.

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If not, I will build you legs.

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This is Fabiola Torres,

captain of the high school robotics team.

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And this is Eleanor Wong,

president of the drama club.

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This is worse than

if it were happening to me.

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In protest, I shan't use my legs either.

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Aside from her friends,

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there was only one other person

who could raise her spirits...

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and also her heart rate.

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Paxton Hall-Yoshida,

the hottest guy at Sherman Oaks High.

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I know it's a little weird for me

to be saying that,

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but come on, look at this kid's jawline.

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And as it turned out,

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three months

after Devi's paralysis set in,

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Paxton's chiseled face

actually worked a miracle.

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Come on, dude.

Give me a turn.

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Just like that, she could walk again.

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So today, Devi returns to high school.

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Can she shed her old identity

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as the paralyzed Indian girl,

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whose dad dropped dead

at a school function?

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It's not likely.

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Those things are pretty unforgettable,

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but with working legs

comes a whole host of new possibilities.

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So go get 'em, Devi!

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Devi, are you still praying?

Our gods have other stuff to do, you know?

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I was about to ask for good grades.

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Now, grab your textbooks. We need to go.

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Devi,

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that textbook has been blessed.

If it touches the ground,

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I have to take it back to the priest.

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I don't have the time

to go to Rancho Cucamonga today.

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It's fine. I caught it.

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Oh, Devi!

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I made you a lunch.

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{\an8} That's Devi's cousin, Kamala.

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{\an8}She moved in after Mohan's passing

to complete her PhD at CalTech.

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{\an8}Devi is not a fan.

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{\an8}I don't bring lunch on Tuesdays.

It's square pizza day.

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Devi, don't be rude

to your beautiful cousin.

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I'm not that beautiful.

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Sorry. Are you a model?

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Oh, thank you so much.

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{\an8}No. I'm a biologist.

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{\an8}I could never be a model.

I'm too curvaceous.

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{\an8}I know this sounds crazy,

but would you want to get dinner?

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{\an8}Hey, buddy, keep it moving.

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{\an8}Take your broke-ass bike

and get out of here.

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This can't keep happening.

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{\an8}Our recycling bins

can't take much more of this.

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How long is Kamala gonna stay with us?

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{\an8}As long as it takes for her

to finish her studies. Why?

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{\an8}She's just so... Indian.

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{\an8}Like, the other day,

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{\an8}she said she was gonna open the TV

instead of turn on the TV.

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{\an8}Devi, she's family.

She's bettering her life.

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{\an8}You could actually learn a bit from her.

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{\an8}I bet she doesn't let

her textbooks fall on the floor.

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Oh, my God.

It never touched the ground!

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{\an8} As Devi walked into school

for the first time,

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{\an8}it was impossible not to notice

everybody staring at her.

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{\an8}But it didn't matter,

because she had her squad.

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{\an8}Have you seen the nurse's new haircut?

I love it.

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No, I have to check it out.

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{\an8}Guys, sophomore year is gonna be our year.

I can feel it.

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{\an8}Sophomore actually means

"wise fool" in Greek,

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{\an8}so it can really go either way.

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{\an8}Oh, my God. I just realized

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{\an8}that this is our last first day

of sophomore year we'll ever have.

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{\an8}-I'm gonna cry.

-Right.

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{\an8}This reminds me of a problem

I want to talk to you guys about.

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{\an8}We're not cool.

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Uh, would a not cool person wear...

one dangly earring?

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Was that a choice,

or did you lose your earring on the bus?

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I didn't ride the bus. I rollerbladed.

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{\an8}Who says we're not cool?

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{\an8}We're the only students who get to eat

in the teachers' lounge.

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Yeah, we can't do that anymore.

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We need to eat with kids our own age.

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Guys, don't you want

a better high-school experience?

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I mean, last year was

a freshmen shit-fest.

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Are you saying that

'cause of your mobility issue?

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What? No. Nobody even remembers that.

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'Sup, FDR?

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Well, nobody will remember that

once we're cool.

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Which brings me to my plan.

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This year, we're rebranding.

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We are glamorous women of color,

who deserve a sexy high school life.

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Fabiola, you are naturally snatched,

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but you dress like a helpful Honda guy.

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What are you talking about?

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The janitor said I reminded him

of his nephew.

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Favorite nephew.

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Eleanor, could you chill out

on your spontaneous show tune singing?

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Well, if you refuse to change

your personalities,

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I guess we'll just move onto step two,

and get boyfriends.

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Boyfriends?

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I have chosen attainable,

yet status-enhancing people

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for each of us to date.

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Fabiola, you get Alex Gomez.

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- Ugh!

- Suck it, Gomez.

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I can't go out with Alex Gomez.

He's like a foot shorter than me.

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Yeah, but he has a hot face.

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You'll be like Zayn and Gigi.

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-Who are they?

-Zayn and Gigi.

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Are you out of your goddamn mind?

Forget it.

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Eleanor, you are gonna date Boris Kozlov.

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The Russian exchange student?

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He's eating an onion.

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Yeah. He's international and sexy.

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You could write a play about it.

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Hmm, intriguing.

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Who are you going for?

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Jonah Sharpe.

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Oh, my God, Tiffany.

Where did you get that top? I'm gagged.

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Uh... Jonah Sharpe is gay.

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But technically, he's not out yet,

and he's pretty popular,

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so I'll be his beard

until I can springboard off of him

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to a straight boyfriend.

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You know you sound

like a sociopath, right?

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Sociopaths get shit done, Fab.

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Now, go sit next to your marks,

and lock 'em down.

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Hi.

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Hi.

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Hey, Jonah. You smell great today.

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Thank you. It's Forever by Mariah Carey.

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Oh.

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This disgusted reaction

belongs to Ben Gross, Devi's nemesis.

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Because Devi and her friends

were an ethnically diverse group

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of academically-focused, um...

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I can't think of a better word

for "dorks."

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The rest of the school called them

the gently racist nickname, the UN.

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It was widely known

to have been created by Ben.

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Do you know when you can't use your legs

for no medical reason,

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it's called psychosomatic?

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Which, my dad says, means fake.

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Ben Gross's father, Howard,

whom he idolized,

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was a top entertainment attorney

in Beverly Hills.

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This allowed Ben Gross

to dine out for years

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on the fact that Blake Griffin

was at his Bar Mitzvah.

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And he and Devi had been vying

for the number one spot in the class

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every year since the first grade.

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You might call them

the John McEnroe and Jimmy Connors

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of Sherman Oaks High School.

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Not to make this about me.

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Good morning, you young, brilliant minds.

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Welcome to Facing History...

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and Ourselves.

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This is not gonna be

your typical history class.

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We are going to be unpacking

some very difficult subjects...

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like, uh... slavery,

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and the Holocaust.

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Think of this as a ride on a tour bus

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through some of the darkest moments

of our history.

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Just then, the high school gods

chose to smile down on Devi.

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Thanks to Paxton's extreme apathy

toward school,

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he was forced to retake this class,

which he failed as a sophomore.

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Maybe this year was looking up after all.

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Damn.

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"Damn" is right, Devi.

This is some really heavy stuff.

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Genocide is not 100.

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And systemic racism is not litty.

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As we travel through all of humanity's

most horrific atrocities,

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I want you to feel shooketh.

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Thank you.

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Trust.

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But even though she told her friends

that Jonah was the one she was after,

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Paxton Hall-Yoshida

just seemed so much more,

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I don't know... hot?

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Devi, Ben.

Can you come back in here, please?

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I am honored to have powerful voices

in my class,

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but in the past,

the competition between the two of you

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has not been... useful

to the learning environment of others.

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Devi has,

what you might consider, a short fuse,

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and sometimes, she's a straight up psycho,

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which I find pretty admirable.

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So do you think you can

set aside your rivalry

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for the good of the class?

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Well, of course, Mister Shapiro.

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A great idea, as always.

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I agree. In fact, I liked your idea

even more than he did.

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Okay.

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Man, David, watching you flirt with Jonah

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was just about the saddest thing

I've ever seen,

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and I saw my dad run over our cat.

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You know he's gay, right?

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Your cat? No, I didn't.

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That's so cool.

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Word of advice: just give up.

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Plenty of amazing people

have died as virgins.

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You and the rest of the UN

are in good company.

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You know?

You shouldn't call us the UN.

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-It's racist, and offensive, and--

-What?

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Oh, like the United Nations?

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No. We call you the UN,

because you are unfuckable nerds.

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Can you believe he said that?

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What do you think, Doctor Ryan?

Do you agree with him?

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This is Doctor Jamie Ryan,

a child psychologist

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from Toluca Lake, California.

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She's Devi's therapist,

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and this morning,

the woman Devi is shouting at.

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Wait, you're asking me to tell you

if I think you're bangable?

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-Yeah.

-Devi, I can't do that.

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Ethically, legally, and most importantly,

it's creepy.

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So you agree with Ben Gross

and the whole school

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and think I'm a disgusting troll?

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Hey, I am not going to tell you

I think you're sexy.

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I will tell you that kid sucks,

and you should ignore him.

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Doctor Ryan, you know how much trouble

I have taking the high road.

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I do. Why don't you sit down?

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So, you're back up on your feet.

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That's gotta feel good.

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Yeah. That part was good.

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It was so nice not to be in a wheelchair,

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but people were still staring at me.

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They all think I was faking

being paralyzed.

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Why would I fake that?

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Because it's such a cool look

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to have your cousin

help you onto the toilet?

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Listen, I think I've got something

that could really help you.

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Paxil, Lexapro, Xanax, Zoloft?

I'll try anything.

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Whoa! Knock it off, wannabe pill popper.

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It's a grief journal.

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Sometimes, the pain we feel

is too hard to say out loud.

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This way,

you don't actually have to say it.

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And if this doesn't work,

you can always prescribe me some Klonopin.

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Girl, bye.

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Devi, how was your first day at school?

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I'll be honest. It was mixed.

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I got all the classes I wanted.

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Prime locker location.

Ben Gross is still a dick.

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Are we allowed to say "dick" now?

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No one can say "dick" in this house.

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Why do let that Ben Gross

rile you up so much? He's like 5'2".

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Damn, Mom! That was savage. Up top.

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Ah, okay. I do not like high-fiving.

It's violent.

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Can we please not do that again?

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On a more civilized note,

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I received some

very exciting information today.

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Kamala, your parents

have found you a match...

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for marriage.

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They did?

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Yes! His name is Prashant.

He's an engineer.

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Isn't that fantastic?

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Kamala was expected

to have an arranged marriage

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after she finished her studies abroad,

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but she felt less than enthusiastic

about this idea.

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Oh, that's so wonderful.

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A husband from India?

Someone I've never met before.

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Perfect stranger.

How exciting.

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I know!

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Finally, some good news for this family.

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Yeah. That's frigging great.

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Kamala does nothing

and gets a full husband in the mail.

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Meanwhile, I'm trying to trick a gay guy

into going to Johnny Rockets with me.

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You know what? I'm just too jealous

to eat with you right now.

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Devi...

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Devi.

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Devi, come here.

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-Dad?

-Come, come. Sit down.

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I want to show you something.

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This is John McEnroe.

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He is my favorite player of all time.

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Hey, look at that! It's me.

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I told you it would all make sense.

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He doesn't let anyone push him around.

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Look at him,

giving it back to that umpire.

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He's a firecracker... just like you.

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Kanna, what is it?

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Dad, am I ugly?

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What nonsense.

I'm looking at you right now.

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You're the most beautiful girl

in the world.

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No. Kamala is beautiful,

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and a boy at school

said that I was an un--

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He said something mean to me.

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This boy is clearly an idiot,

like this umpire.

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Do you think John McEnroe

would let that umpire tell him

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that he's not beautiful?

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No. He would stand up for himself.

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So I should beat up Ben Gross?

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What? No, no, no.

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You fight back

with your spirit, little one.

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You stand up for yourself, just like him.

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Answer my question!

The question, jerk!

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Thanks, Dad. I'll try.

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Wait. What are you doing here?

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This is my living room.

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No, I mean, you died.

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Oh, that? I'm better now.

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So the next morning,

Devi took her dad's advice

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and decided to fight back with her spirit,

AKA she would be serving a damn look.

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Ben Gross better get ready

to eat his words.

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Woah, Devi, you look

like an Indian Kardashian.

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Thanks, Fab, but I thought

we were dressing hot today.

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This is my boys' medium polo

instead of my usual large.

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-The janitor said--

-No. Just, no.

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- Stop.

- Well, I know I did a good job.

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Get a load of sexy flapper girl.

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My grandmother died

in this dress.

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Okay. Let's just stick to the plan.

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What's our goal for today?

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- To make conversation.

- Right.

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We're talking to the boys.

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I'm gonna ask Jonah to come over and watch

unreleased Ariana Grande footage.

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Before you know it,

we'll all be boinking at prom. Okay.

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Boyfriend, here I co--

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Hey, Jonah.

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Ew, you're bleeding.

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You're getting knee blood

on the chair. It's unsanitary.

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You could have AIDS.

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I thought no one would bang me.

How could I have AIDS?

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Easy. Blood transfusion.

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Or sharing needles.

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You wish you were cool enough

for intravenous drugs.

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Oh. Drugs are, like, cool now?

I didn't realize

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you were a hillbilly tweaker.

I guess you're skinny enough.

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Uh, I'm not skinny. I'm jacked.

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Hmph, for now, until you morph

into your big fat dad.

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Shut up. My dad's hot.

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You've no idea what he's been through.

He has thyroid issues.

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Enough! We talked about this yesterday.

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How can we mend the conflict of our past

when the conflict of our present rages on?

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-Boo.

-That doesn't mean anything.

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Those responses were very hurtful.

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Go to the principal's office.

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Look who it is.

Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Idiot.

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You will both report here after school

to do some unpaid labor in the office.

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Like an internship?

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No. Like a punishment.

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You're in trouble!

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I can't.

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I'm supposed to go cheer on

my girlfriend's field hockey practice.

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You know, I support women.

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Is that why, Mister Feminist?

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Or is it to watch a bunch

of teenage boobs bounce around?

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Field hockey is a beautiful sport.

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Busted. You're a perv.

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And what are you laughing at,

Erin Brockovich?

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Is that a skirt or a headband?

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You know, get your acts together,

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or I will personally call all the Ivies

and tell them not to admit you.

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You're dismissed.

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Your stupid heels are slowing us down.

Take them off.

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Yeah, I'm sure you'd like to see

my bare feet, sicko.

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Foot fetish much?

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Oh, my God! Oliver Martinez?

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Stop molesting my friend!

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He's not molesting me.

He's caressing me.

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He's my boyfriend.

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Wait. You have a boyfriend?

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We had to keep it a secret.

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I mean, can you imagine the shock waves

it would send through drama club?

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An actress dating tech crew?

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I just... I didn't want to upstage you

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while you were trying to get

a boyfriend of your own.

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I can't believe

you didn't tell me and Fabiola.

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Fabiola knows.

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Wow.

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I guess I was wrong when I said

no one would date anyone in the UN.

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They just won't date you.

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-Shut up, Ben!

-Ow.

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I'm sorry. I just didn't know

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how you would react

with your legs and everything.

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I didn't want to upset you.

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Me? Upset?

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No. You should be upset

for your weird taste in men.

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Me? I'm cool. Cool as ice.

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Peace.

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You guys saw her hit me, right?

You know, my dad's a lawyer.

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When you're a normal person

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with genuinely balanced reactions

to things,

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it may be hard to understand

why we hotheads fly off the handle.

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For me, it's a reasonable reaction

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to the general blindness

of most tennis umpires.

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For Devi, it's a logical response

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to being betrayed

by her supposed best friends.

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How could Eleanor have a boyfriend

and not tell her about it?

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And why would she tell Fabiola?

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Does she think Devi's too unhinged

to handle it?

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Or that Devi would be jealous of her?

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Do both of her friends think

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she's just a pitiful, lonely,

wheelchair girl without a freaking dad?

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What the hell?

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{\an8}And that's how it happens, folks.

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That's how we hotheads boil over.

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What was that?

What happened to the window?

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A bird hit it.

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Bird?

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This is my fault

for keeping the windows so clean.

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Where is the poor bird?

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It flew away.

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It flew away?

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After breaking the window with its body?

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Devi, that book was blessed by God!

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The bird must have done it.

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Devi, you are lying

to your mother,

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and then bringing shame

on an innocent bird?

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Just leave me alone!

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Doctor Ryan?

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Devi, we don't have an appointment.

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I know, but I need your help.

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Wait. Why do you look hot?

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Do you have a date?

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Uh... yes, I do.

And don't look so shocked.

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I do have a life

outside of being your therapist.

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Not right now, you don't.

I need your help.

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Okay.

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What's going on?

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Eleanor has a secret boyfriend

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that her and Fabiola

have been keeping from me,

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because they thought I was unhinged

and would have a nervous breakdown.

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Which, it seems like you are.

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Yeah, I'm losing it, Doc.

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Okay. All right.

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Talk to me.

How does their lie make you feel?

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It doesn't matter how it makes me feel.

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It matters how it makes me look.

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Well, all right. How do you want to look?

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Normal. I just want to be a normal girl,

who isn't called mean names,

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and could actually have a boyfriend.

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I don't even care who he is,

as long as he wanted to be with me.

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Devi, look, can I be honest with you?

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Having just any boyfriend,

no matter who he is,

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is not gonna make you happier

or change who you are.

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Trust me,

but after all you've been through,

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maybe you shouldn't be so focused

on having a boyfriend.

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I mean, do you really think you'd make

a good girlfriend right now?

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Probably not.

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Okay.

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So what is it you can do this year

to succeed at something

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that would actually make you happy...

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and make you feel good about yourself?

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I think I know what I need to do.

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All right. My girl.

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Now get to gettin'. I got a hot date.

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Good luck on your date.

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Later, man.

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Hi, Paxton.

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You don't know me,

but my name is Devi Vishwakumar.

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I'm a sophomore.

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I sit behind you in history class.

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I was also paralyzed last year?

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Oh, okay, great.

You are familiar with that.

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So here's the thing.

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I'm into you.

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Like, I could name every class you've had

for the last two years.

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But I won't do that.

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And I know you'd never be my boyfriend,

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because you're you, and I'm me,

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but I was wondering

if you would ever consider...

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h--having sex with me?

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Oh, my God. I'm such an idiot.

I'm so sorry.

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-I can't believe I just did that.

-Yeah.

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Okay.

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What?

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What? That actually worked?

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Just sex, right?

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Just sex.

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I'm down, but I can't tonight.

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Wow, okay!

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Twist. This is surprising.

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Looking forward to it.

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Will circle back about it.

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Okay!

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Devi couldn't believe it.

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For the first time, she had something

she wanted to write in her grief journal.

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 #neverhaveiever #μ˜μ–΄κ³΅λΆ€λ²• #μ˜μ–΄λ…Έν•˜μš° #λ―Έλ“œμ‰λ„μž‰

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#μ˜μ–΄λͺ…μ–Έ #λͺ…μ–Έ #ν•œμ€„λͺ…μ–Έ #쒋은글 #긍정 #μ˜μ–΄κ³΅λΆ€ν˜Όμžν•˜κΈ° #λ„·ν”Œλ¦­μŠ€λ―Έλ“œμΆ”μ²œ

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#λ―Έλ“œμ˜μ–΄κ³΅λΆ€ #λ―Έλ“œμΆ”μ²œ #λ―Έκ΅­λ¬Έν™” #μ˜μ–΄κ³΅λΆ€ν•˜κΈ°μ’‹μ€λ―Έλ“œ #μ˜μ–΄ν•΄μ„

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#μ˜μ–΄κ³΅λΆ€ν˜Όμžν•˜κΈ° #μ˜μ–΄νšŒν™” #μ˜μ–΄νšŒν™”λ¬Έμž₯ #κΈ°μ΄ˆμ˜μ–΄

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#λ―Έλ“œμžλ§‰ #λ―Έλ“œμŠ€ν¬λ¦½νŠΈ #script

 

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