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Quentin Smith, 23

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[pharmacy]

...Are you doing it? [ Then, like it's a given: ] Whose name do you have?

[poleaxed]

I know I'm a bitch, Quentin, but that doesn't make me a murderer.

[pharmacy]

Stop it, that's not what I'm saying--this isn't murder.

[poleaxed]

Because it's some other culture, so we can't judge?

[pharmacy]

It's not just another culture, it's another reality. I mean, murder exists, and they hate it as much as we do. This is something else, you have to make room for it.

[poleaxed]

...that's bullshit, Quentin, but you can think whatever you want to get you through the day.

Look, I'm glad you're staying safe. That's all I wanted to say.

[pharmacy]

It's not bullshit, it's-- [ The accusation riles him right up, but he tries to bite down on it quick. It took him a while to get where he is. (And is where he is good? He shoves the concern down.) She needs time. ] Just--you be safe too. And if you need help--?

[poleaxed]

I've got help covered.

When this is over... I don't know anything about you. We should talk... more.

a little 🎀 they can get back together in June >:(

[pharmacy]

...Yeah. Yeah, Joan, I can tell you something about me.