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| GIRL: | (Crying) No, I'm fine. Let's just finish this. | ||
| FRIEND: | No way... you're as white as a ghost. | ||
| GIRL: | Am I? I feel like a ghost... and sometimes I think I even hear them. | ||
| FRIEND: | Hear who? Who them? | ||
| GIRL: | Oh forget it... it's just my imagination playing tricks on me. | ||
| FRIEND: | Look, it's obvious you need to talk. Let's get out of here and go somewhere. We can always come back here later when you feel better. | ||
| GIRL: | Yeah, that's a good idea. | ||
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