[Cassie sits out on a park bench, watching the extras mingle, their murmured nonsense faint. Her tablet is in one hand, the stylus in the other. She scribbles in an absentminded fashion, humming some Nine Inch Nails to herself quietly. She taps the tip of the stylus to the outer side of the screen, switching out the colors.]
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It doesn't have to happen. I... you don't have to be like her.
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You don't know that.
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