21 de febrero de 2011

Mierzwiak, please let me keep this memory...

Clem: Joely?
Joel: Yeah, Tangerine?
Clem: Am I ugly?
Joel: Mm-mmm.
When I was a kid, 
I thought I was. 
Can't believe I'm crying already. 
Sometimes I think people dont understand
 how lonely it is to be a kid

Like you don't matter. 
So, I'm eight... and I have these toys, these dolls. 
My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine
And I keep yelling at her:
"You can't be ugly! Be pretty!" 
It's weird. 
Like if I can transform her, I would magically change too.
Joel: You're pretty.
Clem: Joely, don't ever leave me.
Joel: Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.
 please let me keep this memory.
Just this one.

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