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(In Emily's room at night. Dee is looking over Emily's work, while she frowns at him.)
Dee: This mostly looks right to me, but you've mixed up hyperplasia and hypertrophy. - Why do you keep looking at me like that? What's wrong?
Emily (looking away): Oh, nothing. I dunno.
(Dee pats her on the shoulder.)
Emily: Actually... there is something.
THERE WAS, INDEED, SOMETHING ELSE.
Emily: What do souls look like? Or, lives; whatever you take out?
Dee: Look like? Nothing, they're invisible.
Emily: Yeah, but, to you.
Dee: I don't think I see them visually, or not mainly. It's my own other sense, that I don't know how to describe.
Emily: ... Hmm.
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Alt text: invisible pink unicorns