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GIRL: |
Nothing, nothing... it's really no big deal. |
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FRIEND: |
Come on... you can tell me. |
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GIRL: |
There's nothing to tell. |
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FRIEND: |
Right... you just start crying uncontrollably in the middle of shopping and I'm supposed to, as your dearest friend, buy this... "there's nothing to tell" routine?
Right...! Look, I may look stupid... I may even act stupid... but in no way am I that stupid! |
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GIRL: |
You... you wouldn't understand. |
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FRIEND: |
Try me... like I said, what are friends for. |
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GIRL: |
Oh, okay. |
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FRIEND: |
Look, let's get out of here and sit somewhere. We can always come back here later when you feel better. |
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GIRL: |
That's a good idea. |
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