Girl: S-so, um, how ... do you two know each other? Emily: Well - Dee: We used to be friends. Emily (hurt): Um... yeah. We met when my mum died. Girl: Oh! I didn't know... Emily: It's ok. Let's just worry about you. Girl: ... right. Yeah... it's... late now... Dee: Do you have a means to get home? Girl: ...no Emily: If you don't want to take the bus alone, I'll come with you. (She grabs a handful of Dee's robe and rips it off.) Dee: Hey!
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