"Thought I'd wish you luck."
"Good luck to you too, sweetheart."
"Its only a week, and then its over, Edward. We're going to have to stop studying and do things which are worse. I mean, its scary. We're going to be considered, and we will have to make decisions, more crucial decisions. I'm turning twenty in two months I mean- fuck."
"Only a week . . "
"What do you plan to do after exams, next week?"
"I , uh I am flying back."
"Oh well, that's nice! For how long?"
. . .
"No."
. . .
"Myra . ."
