I can't believe that they let you in.
My dad practically threw Caleb out the door.
I brought an excuse.
Wait, I'm not in physics.
I was counting on your parents not knowing that.
Must be weird having your dad here.
I haven't really found a word for it yet. But yeah.
How are you? Really.
I'm in purgatory.
A condition of temporary punishment and suffering,
from which I may never leave. I looked it up,
along with everything I could find on prosecuting minors
and state minimums for third-degree federal offenses.
That was before they took away my internet.
If your mom didn't...
do it, then it may not be the gun, Hanna.
行凶 那把枪可能不是凶器 汉娜
Okay, we don't know for sure.