Max, a troubled teen, confesses their parents' secret.
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MAX
Okay. My parents have cash. Neatly wrapped bricks of it. Organized, logged, tracked. And they have a slush bag at the end—it's like, this beat-up old gym bag, and it's just stuffed with loose bills, not organized, not counted—they just take out what they need when they need it. So I...I stole some of it. I stole from my parents, and they are up to something shady, and I don't even know what. I've known about it for years, but I never said anything. I know you think we talk about everything—you're like all my best friends—but I don't tell you. I was brought up knowing you never breathe one word to outsiders.