Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, You know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie.

Wait, who's Suzie?

It's some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend.

To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real.

But that's not that's not really the point. That doesn't matter. The point is, this girl, you know, the one that I like,

it's somebody that I didn't even talk to in school.

And I don't even know why.

Maybe cause Tommy H. would've made fun of me or

I wouldn't be prom king.

It's stupid. I mean, Dustin's right, it's all just a bunch of bullshit anyways.

Because, when I think about it, I should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time.

First of all, she's hilarious. She's so funny. I feel like, this summer, I have laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time.

And she's smart.

Way smarter than me.

You know, she can crack, like, top secret Russian codes and

You know? She's honestly unlike anyone I've ever even met before.

Robin?

Robin, did you just OD in there?

No.

I am still alive.