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Dante continues walking, and turns the corner to see Graham..
Graham: Ah! Dante!
Graham quickly covers a bruise on his neck.
Graham: How are you?
Dante, angrily: Your neck!
Graham: What?
Dante: Why is it red?!
Graham: It’s nothing.
Dante as Graham shirks away: What do you mean nothing?! Its a bruise!
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