24/7, we never know the boundaries of our limitations always taking things further and beyond anything we, as society, imagine. I'm not a typical schultz when it comes to sappy romantic novels, or love stories of any genre. She recites poem 'The Red Wheelbarrow'.Life comes at us in full swing. When Gus is driven to the hospital in an ambulance with Hazel accompanying her, he asks her to either tell a story or a poem.Gus' hands are wet so he wipes it with her jacket. She thanks Hazel and then leaves with him. The man (Green) wants to apologize, but Hazel explains the whole thing and even allows her to try it. The little girl that Hazel meets in the airport asks her about the tubes on her nose. Gus admits of liking her but they just shake hands. Following the "grenade talk", Gus and Hazel talk about finding the most creative title for their classified ad for the swing.The "grenade talk" between Gus and Hazel is not as serious in tone than in the theatrical version.When Gus messages her, Hazel simply switches off the phone.Maria who has reservations about her health and says that she would approve if someone who is familiar with her condition accompanies Hazel for the trip - Hazel suggests her mother for that. The next morning, both mother and daughter visit Dr. Hazel evades the question of whether she's in relationship with Gus. When Hazel tells her mother that she is going to Amsterdam, Frannie consents but wants her to see the doctor.Okay, Hazel Grace?Įxtended version contains 5 additional scenes with 1 alternate scene as follows: You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have a say in who hurts you. God, I love her, I'm so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You never worry if she's smarter than you, 'cause you know she is. And I willed myself to imagine a world without us and what a worthless world that would be. Her eyes were closed, her skin pale, but her hands were still her hands, still warm, and her nails were painted this dark blue black color, and. She was in the ICU when I snuck in for ten minutes and I just sat with her before I got caught. And isn't that more than most of us get? When Hazel was sick, I knew I was dying, but I didn't wanna say so. Maybe she wasn't loved widely, but she was loved deeply. She didn't want a million admirers, she just wanted one.
She asked me to write one, and I'm trying, but I just. I don't wanna ask you for any favors, but if you have the time - and from what I saw you had plenty - please fix this for me: It's a eulogy for Hazel.
You're a shitty person, but a good writer.
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