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Emily: I dunno. I hope not. This isn't really anything but a confession of attraction, is it? I don't want to like someone just because they like me. That doesn't seem very genuine, somehow.
Dee: So what are you going to do?
Emily: Probably nothing. Dunno what I can do, unless I figure out who it is, or you find out for me. I don't really want to go out with anyone anyway. I'm just really curious.
(She gets on the floor and reaches under her bed.)
What's under there?
Emily (pulling out a shoebox): My secret box.
Dee: Ooh! Do you have many secrets?
Emily: Nope! The only really secret things I've got in here are the photos of you. You're my only true secret.
Dee: Oh. Is there anything else in there?
Alt text: she got the digital photos printed specifically so she could have actual secret items in this shoebox