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(Emily is up a tree in a park, crying. Her mascara has run all over her face.)
Dee (appearing): Hey, what are you doing he- oh god what's wrong!?
Emily: SOB My... sperm donor called.
Dee: Oh no. Why?
Emily: Apparently, he didn't abandon me, he just didn't know I existed.
Dee: Really?
Emily: So he says. I don't believe him for a second. I reckon the guilt of having a kid somewhere was eating him up and he wanted back into my life, so he made up some lie about why he wasn't around so I wouldn't hate him.
Dee: He's definitely lying though, isn't he? You know for certain that he was told, don't you?
Alt text: Crying is just... the most attractive activity. Damn.