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Transcript:
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0356– 2167/07/07/11:09- sidewalk
LC (hiding behind tree and garbage can): Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.
Zoa: Lee, seriously, are you okay?
LC: Of course I’m not fucking okay!
Zoa: Should I be calling-
LC: No!
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Zoa: Lee, it’s the twenty-second century. “Human nature” or not, I can assure you, an army of offended parents is not about to make you drink hemlock.
LC: Well, I’m not worried about me, now, am I?
Zoa: Ah, I see.
Zoa: Yeah. Yeah, okay. I get it.
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Zoa: But Lee… if you’re worried for my wellbeing, why are you the one hiding behind a garbage can?
LC: I… I don’t know.
Zoa: Is it because your instinctual reaction to fear is either to fight or to run and hide, regardless of whether or not those actions are remotely helpful?
LC: I… yeah. Yeah it… I think so. Yeah. Sorry. I dunno. Sorry.
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Zoa: Okay, well, run whatever calming routines you’ve got, filter out your adrenaline, and let me lactate on your ankles before-
Otto: Hi, I'm Otto! I noticed that you're sitting on the ground. Do you need help?
LC: Oh, for fuck’s sake!
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