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(In the library.)
Emily (whispering):
Bleh. I think I'm sick of school already.
Dee: It's only your first day back.
Emily: I know. -SIGH- We haven't even had any proper classes yet.
Dee: What have you been doing all morning, then?
Emily: Ugh, stupid bonding exercises with our new tutes. And we always do this thing where we write down our goals and how we'll achieve them and stuff in a letter to ourselves, and at the end of the year we'll get them back to see how we did.
Dee: What did you put?
Emily: Eh, stuff. I can never really think of anything.
Dee: How come? What about... Do you ever wonder what you'll be? ...when you grow up?
Emily: Oh, yeah, but I haven't come up with anything yet.
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