Katrina, 31, hair like fire, skin like snow, glasses, enters into the room.
Jaclyn, 34, short brown hair, grey eyes today, skin also like snow, waves for Katrina to come over to where she’s working.
JACLYN: Hi, Katrina!
KATRINA (in her spaced out demeanor): Hiiiiii!
JACLYN: Happy 31st!
KATRINA: Oh, thanks!
Jaclyn hugs Katrina who also wraps her arms around the former.
They part.
JACLYN (nervous): I’m sorry. I hope I wasn’t crossing a boundary doing that.
KATRINA: No, I’ve hugged you plenty of times.
JACLYN: Yeah...guess it’s just what I’m going through right now.
KATRINA: Don’t worry about it. I love hugs. Hugs are definitely welcomed.
Ĥ̵̙U̶̙̦̯͂̽G̷̳̙͑S̴̖̖͑̏̚ ̴̤̤͍͝À̴̖̰͗R̷̡̤̓Ȅ̸͓̭̖̚ ̸̞͍̓͝Ḑ̷̈́͠E̴̹͒͛F̶̓̃͜Ḯ̷̤̩̽N̴̦̎I̵̪͑̒̿Ț̸̱͇̄̽͝Ê̵͓̊̕Ḷ̶̹̍Y̵̧͂̇ ̵͇̺̌Ẇ̶̼̔̄Ẻ̷̢͂L̴̡͌̌C̸̖͔̻̊O̸̯͇͛̽͗M̶͕̞̯̾E̸͔̳̍̀̑D̴̮̉̊
O̵c̶t̸o̷b̷e̷r̸,̴ ̵2̶0̷1̴7̶
̵Y̸o̴u̸ ̸h̶a̶d̸ ̶r̸e̸t̴u̶r̷n̵e̶d̵ ̵t̷o̶ ̵w̴o̸r̶k̵ ̶a̴f̵t̶e̷r̷ ̵b̴e̴i̵n̷g̵ ̴o̶u̶t̵ ̸f̸o̷r̸ ̷a̴ ̷w̶e̸e̴k̷ ̸d̴u̵e̸ ̷t̵o̸ ̷y̸o̸u̴r̶ ̶T̷M̷J̴.̶
̸T̵h̴e̴ ̸m̸o̷m̷e̵n̵t̸ ̵I̶ ̵s̵a̶w̴ ̷y̸o̴u̴,̴ ̸I̸ ̷a̴p̶p̸r̷o̶a̶c̸h̴e̸d̵ ̵a̷n̴d̵ ̶s̵a̴i̴d̴ ̵“̷E̵l̶i̴z̴a̵b̴e̵t̷h̶!̵ ̵I̸ ̷a̷m̷ ̵s̴o̵ ̸h̷a̸p̵p̴y̵ ̵t̷o̸ ̷s̶e̶e̴ ̷y̴o̴u̸!̴”̶
̶“̷R̷e̷a̴l̵l̸y̶?̶”̴ ̷y̶o̶u̸ ̸r̴e̴p̸l̶i̶e̸d̸ ̵a̶s̶ ̸i̴f̷ ̴n̷o̵ ̶o̴n̷e̴ ̵h̷a̸d̴ ̸e̸v̴e̴r̷ ̸t̸o̸l̸d̸ ̷y̴o̷u̶ ̷t̷h̶i̵s̵ ̵b̴e̸f̷o̴r̷e̸.̸
̵“̵Y̷e̶s̸,̴ ̸r̴e̶a̷l̴l̸y̵!̴ ̴I̴ ̸m̶i̸s̸s̴e̶d̶ ̷y̷o̴u̵ ̷s̴o̴ ̶m̸u̴c̵h̸!̸ ̴D̵o̵ ̵y̷o̶u̷ ̶d̸o̸ ̵h̶u̶g̸s̵?̶”̷
̴“̷O̴h̷ ̸y̵e̷s̸,̵ ̴h̴u̷g̵s̵ ̴a̶r̵e̸ ̸d̶e̷f̵i̵n̸i̵t̶e̴l̶y̸ ̸w̶e̸l̷c̶o̴m̷e̷d̴.̵”̷
̷W̴e̷ ̷e̴m̸b̷r̷a̶c̷e̷d̶ ̸i̷n̶ ̵f̷r̵o̵n̴t̸ ̷o̸f̶ ̸t̸h̶e̶ ̶e̴n̴t̸i̴r̶e̴ ̸r̴o̸o̵m̵.̸
̴Y̷o̴u̶ ̸w̷o̸u̶l̷d̷ ̸t̶h̸e̴n̷ ̵h̷u̶g̸ ̷m̸e̸ ̶a̸n̴y̴ ̸t̴i̷m̴e̷ ̴I̵ ̸c̶a̵m̷e̶ ̸i̷n̶t̴o̶ ̸y̸o̷u̷r̷ ̵f̴i̵e̸l̷d̵ ̷o̵f̴ ̴v̵i̶e̸w̴.̵
̷I̷n̵ ̴t̷h̷a̴t̷ ̶m̵o̸m̸e̶n̸t̵ ̴a̶ ̶s̴e̸e̴d̸ ̷w̴a̸s̵ ̸p̸l̴a̴n̷t̴e̵d̷ ̵t̵h̷a̴t̴ ̶w̶o̷u̸l̴d̵ ̶g̵r̶o̵w̶ ̷i̶n̵t̴o̸ ̵a̸ ̸b̸e̴a̴u̶t̸i̸f̵u̷l̵ ̴f̷r̸i̸e̸n̴d̵s̵h̵i̸p̴.̸
̶I̷ ̵w̷a̸s̸ ̴y̷o̷u̶r̷s̷.̸
̸
̵“̸I̴ ̸l̷o̶v̷e̶ ̵y̶o̵u̴,̶ ̵E̸l̸i̵z̷a̸b̸e̶t̵h̷.̸”̵
̷“̷N̴o̵w̴ ̵a̷n̵d̷ ̵f̸o̷r̶e̶v̶e̴r̶?̴”̷
̴“̷N̵o̶w̶ ̵a̶n̵d̵ ̴f̶o̵r̸e̴v̶e̶r̷.̸”̵
̷
̷M̵E̶M̶O̴R̵Y̸ ̴R̸E̵C̶O̸R̸D̶I̵N̸G̴ ̵T̶E̸R̴M̷I̵N̴A̶T̸E̵D̶
̸
̸S̸H̸U̷T̴T̶I̸N̷G̵ ̸D̴O̵W̷N̸ ̶P̸R̵O̵G̷R̷A̶M̶
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̶R̵E̶S̸T̶A̷R̸T̵ ̸F̵A̴I̵L̸E̶D̶
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̴L̷O̵A̶D̷I̴N̷G̷ ̸P̷R̵E̵S̶E̷N̶T̷ ̶M̴E̵M̵O̸R̵Y̴
KATRINA: Jaclyn? Everything okay?
JACLYN: Yeah, just a lot on my mind.
KATRINA: Want another hug?
JACLYN: Yes.
Jaclyn and Katrina embrace tightly.
Later, Jaclyn hides herself in a dark corner...
...and cries.
