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Brigid: “Where is it? Ah, here it is… Should I?”

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Wilson: “Whatcha doing there?”

Brigid: “Oh, it’s nothing, I was just looking for something I wrote down earlier…”

Wilson: “Alright, alright – is this better?”

Brigid: “Yes, much better!”

Brigid: “Are you not gonna get changed?”

Wilson: “Hey, what’s wrong with me staying in my swimsuit?”

Wilson: “Phew! So how was that, did it work? Feel any better?”

Brigid: “Surprisingly yeah, I do feel better! But I’m starting to get a bit chilly – let’s go inside and watch some TV or something.”

Brigid: “I don’t think I have anything else to say. If I start again then I just won’t stop and I’ll say something I really regret.”

Wilson: “I have an idea – let’s get into the water and splash away that anger, come on!”

Brigid: “EXACTLY! That’s what makes me so mad and pissed off. Like, why now!? Why did he even have to come into my life at all after all that time and then be taken away from me like this after we grew so close? I wish I never even met him!”

Wilson: “I know you don’t mean that, Bri. But you can vent to me all you like, I won’t judge. I’m here for you.”

Brigid: “It’s ok, you didn’t know.”

Wilson: “Still, it was a dumbass thing to say. And you were just getting close right, after all this time?”

Brigid: “It’s my dad, Wilson.”

Wilson: “What happened, did he stop talking to you? Did he ground poor Brigid and put her on the naughty step for staying out late?”

Brigid: “I wish. Wilson, he’s dead.”

Wilson: “Oh, shit. Fuck. IDIOT, why did I have to say something so dumb. I’m sorry, Bri.”

Brigid: “You know me so well, Wilson. I didn’t even have to ask and you knew to come over anyway.”

Wilson: “That’s what best friends are for. Now get your butt over here and tell me what’s going on.”