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(Emily runs through her front gate, which has been opened ready for her by Dee, still carrying her backpack. She unlocks her front door, panting, then slams it behind her, and leans against it, still panting.)
Dee: Are you ok?
Emily (looking a bit exhilirated): Huh? Yeah. A little puffed. Woo! There's my exercise for the week!
Dee: But are you hurt at all, are you -
Emily (patting down her fringe, which got tousled while running): What? Dee, you saw all that, didn't you? You know I'm fine.
Dee: But - oh god - I'm so sorry -
Emily: Dee, it's fine, I made it. Everything's fine. Are you ok?