[She'd been out in the middle of nowhere because she wanted her own company. Because she's mad and hurting and she doesn't know how to manage the pitch and yaw of her own loneliness. But this is-- it's nice. He seems nice, anyway, and he's not really setting off any of her instincts as someone she should be wary about.
And he's wearing plaid. Fuckin' Joel.]
I think I can get that.
[A pause. She reaches out to take one of the blueberries from the kerchief.]
Listen... about what I told you. Don't-- tell anyone else, okay?
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And he's wearing plaid. Fuckin' Joel.]
I think I can get that.
[A pause. She reaches out to take one of the blueberries from the kerchief.]
Listen... about what I told you. Don't-- tell anyone else, okay?