lindsay, making collages, sitting with her scissors, listening to songs about dying girls on repeat, she turns pages of her magazine and squints her eyes at the tall american soldiers fighting for freedom in a foreign land. soldiers squint back at her, they find her pretty, maybe not the prettiest girl in the world, but still. but it's time, time for coffee, time for a fuck, boys, let's wave to lindsay, let's wish her good luck. GOOD LUCK YOU BITCH GOOD FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK