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(Emily is in her attic room in the beach house; there are items stacked on her camp bed. Dee appears.)
Dee: Ooh, are these all your Christmas presents?
Emily: Yep! Haha, and check out this really awkward one.
(She holds up a tshirt with an image of the grim reaper with a scythe made of skulls and bones on the front.) Dee: ? What's awkward about that?
Emily: It's got you on it!
Dee: So?
Emily: I can't wear it! That would be weird. But I can't tell them that!
Dee: Honestly, Em, is there any rhyme or reason to the things that weird you out?
Emily: What do you mean?
Dee: Not that I can talk, I suppose, but - you don't want to call me by my name, or wear a picture of me on a shirt, but you'll look up sexy pictures of me on the internet?
Emily: Hey! I know I shouldn't have done that, I just wasn't thinking, and I'm sorry. Ok? I completely regret that.
Dee: Oh, no, it's fine! It just seemed the least socially acceptable thing on that list; I don't actually care.
Emily: Um, except you obviously do because you literally sank into the floor due to embarrassment.