Dee: What? Sometimes I'd like to hear music that isn't gloomy and discordant.
Emily: Fine I'll pay that, but there's stuff that's accessible and still good -
(A jogger interrupts by passing through Dee and continuing along the footpath ahead.)
Emily: Dee... she ran straight through you.
(Dee looks guilty. Emily looks betrayed, and then storms off around a corner.)
Dee: Where are you going? Emily, wait... I'm sorry...
Emily: Get off!
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Alt text: The closest Dee has come to running, fyi