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| (Girl's voice is trembling) | |||
| DAD: | Sweetheart, please... tell Dad what's wrong. | ||
| GIRL: | Well... what isn't wrong? It seems like everything's getting worse and worse. | ||
| DAD: | What's getting worse? What are you saying? | ||
| GIRL: | It just feels like I'm doomed... I don't see any sort of light at the end of the tunnel! | ||
| DAD: | You have to be clear with me... are you in trouble? | ||
| GIRL: | I guess... well... | ||
| DAD: | Look, I know something's up. Take a deep breath and pull yourself together. Just tell me and maybe I can be of some help, okay? | ||
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