Blue Car

Lily-> I don't look like anyone ,not even myself...Auster-> I wish I could show u how I feel Meg and Auster-> Auster : u wanna tell me how u feel ?Meg-> Poem. It's for Mr. Auster . It's called "Now That I've Read Your Book" . I've memorized the lines. It was easy. The dirty white pages, a margin of fancy designs. You draw outlines of inverted hearts, but mine's real. Not a Valentine. As for the details. As for the details. Fiction, fiction, lies, lies. I am the coming poet who will arise. Crippled phoenix, I fly up from your bed of ashes. When my dad left, I cut off my hands and sewed up my eyes. But that didn't keep me from reaching for you. Thank you for the gold star and your leaving. Blue car, gold star, the leaving is a gift I will always hang on to .
I'm in love .

Lily-> I don't look like anyone ,not even myself...Auster-> I wish I could show u how I feel Meg and Auster-> Auster : u wanna tell me how u feel ?Meg-> Poem. It's for Mr. Auster . It's called "Now That I've Read Your Book" . I've memorized the lines. It was easy. The dirty white pages, a margin of fancy designs. You draw outlines of inverted hearts, but mine's real. Not a Valentine. As for the details. As for the details. Fiction, fiction, lies, lies. I am the coming poet who will arise. Crippled phoenix, I fly up from your bed of ashes. When my dad left, I cut off my hands and sewed up my eyes. But that didn't keep me from reaching for you. Thank you for the gold star and your leaving. Blue car, gold star, the leaving is a gift I will always hang on to .
I'm in love .

Auster
Miss Denning, I want you to write about that day. In detail. Write about the weather, write about what you were wearing, what you were thinking. Be specific. A whole world emerges from little details.
For example, when we buried my son, I'd forgotten to put in my contact lenses... and I stood over him right before they closed the coffin... trying to fix him in my memory.
I could see the red from his sweater
and his blue pants... and there was a scab on his forehead that hadn't healed - From a bicycle accident - and I could feel that scab when I kissed him... but when I looked at him, it was... well, it was out of focus.
So, when your dad left, what were you doing?

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Lily
I don't look like anyone. Not even myself.

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Megan
Thank you for the gold star, and your leaving. Blue car, gold star. The leaving is a gift, I will always hang on to.

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Tagging as knitting 🧶 even though I knit for 5 minutes at the beginning of the movie and then got too engrossed to continue.

Auster
Miss Denning, I want you to write about that day. In detail. Write about the weather, write about what you were wearing, what you were thinking. Be specific. A whole world emerges from little details.
For example, when we buried my son, I'd forgotten to put in my contact lenses... and I stood over him right before they closed the coffin... trying to fix him in my memory.
I could see the red from his sweater
and his blue pants... and there was a scab on his forehead that hadn't healed - From a bicycle accident - and I could feel that scab when I kissed him... but when I looked at him, it was... well, it was out of focus.
So, when your dad left, what were you doing?

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Lily
I don't look like anyone. Not even myself.

*

Megan
Thank you for the gold star, and your leaving. Blue car, gold star. The leaving is a gift, I will always hang on to.

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Tagging as knitting 🧶 even though I knit for 5 minutes at the beginning of the movie and then got too engrossed to continue.

I don’t even know what to say

I don’t even know what to say

i enjoyed this wayyyyy too much.

i enjoyed this wayyyyy too much.

Sad parents raising sad children.

Sad parents raising sad children.