Jordan:
Oh, I almost forgot. Here. I found it at the museum. You wrote it, right?
Angela:
Yeah. But when I wrote this, I wrote it about someone else. This guy. I had a boyfriend last summer, and I wrote everything... I wanted to remember him. I used your name because I didn't want other people to know it was about him. Because he died. He's dead.
Jordan:
Look, I didn't read it. Okay? So you don't have to, like, tell that stuff.
Angela:
You expect me to believe that?
Jordan:
I don't care what you believe.
Angela:
Well, you find a five-page letter in a museum and it starts "dear Jordan," and you expect me to believe you didn't read it?
Jordan:
Nevermind. Look, I read parts of it. Okay?
Angela:
What? You must really think I'm stupid.
Jordan:
It just didn't hold my interest, okay?
Angela:
Oh really? Why is that? I'm curious! I'd really like to know what it was that made it so incredibly boring. Just tell me! Was it too emotional? Too personal? Too many big words?
Jordan:
Shut up!
Angela:
You couldn't read it. That's it, isn't it?
Jordan:
I never told anyone before.
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