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It isn’t. I’d like to read some of your writing. If you’d let me. Jackson. Do you know that I…

Hawk: Nice toss, bud. How you feeling?

Jackson: Did your friend tell you?

Hawk: Yeah. Don’t do that again. I hear you’re a poet.

Jackson: He tell you that, too?

Hawk: He did. Question is why you didn’t.

Jackson: You’d think it’s stupid, and it probably is.

Hawk: It isn’t. I’d like to read some of your writing. If you’d let me. Jackson. Do you know that I love you? I do. I love you beyond measure. I’m not gonna tell your mom about the acid or the other stuff. Just… Do better, okay? Okay?