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| GIRL: | (Crying) Yes, I've been hiding from this... I just don't want to bother you. | ||
| FRIEND: | Bother? What are friends for? | ||
| GIRL: | I don't think I deserve friends... and you don't deserve to be brought down to the hell I'm living. | ||
| FRIEND: | Hell? | ||
| GIRL: | I never knew... it would be... like this... never! | ||
| FRIEND: | Look, let's get out of here and sit somewhere and talk. We can always come back here later, when you feel better. | ||
| GIRL: | That's a good idea. | ||
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