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Maybe the ghost in his ass.

What the fuck?

Who are you?

Nick, what are you doing?

It's a private property.

Who cares? The owner's dead.

The owner is right here.

Oh fuck.

Wait, let's go.

What the fuck?

Don't come back!

So this is where your papa...

I'm sorry, man.

I told you it was hot, right?

Oh, Nick.

This summer is for outpops.

a chance and if you fall, you'll fall.

Excuse me.

Hey, who are you?

I'm Mrs. Sway.

This is my house. Who are you?

I'm sorry.

I'm a friend of Oliver.

Oliver's here?

I'd have thought he'd stay away.

Ah!

Mrs. Sway.

Holly.

I'm so sorry about your dad.

You were missed at the funeral.

What are you doing here?

Put some clothes on.

I'm speaking at town hall about that dreadful marina.

Tying up some loose ends.

I'm selling this place in the fall.

I hope you're wearing your son protection.

You do have your father's skin, you know, dear.

Let's go.

How long is she staying?

Holly, just stay.

I hope no more than a week.

Perfect.

My boy is a mess.

Great to have you, Gran.

Hey, young man.

You may want to wear a touch more clothing for dinner.