Beth March:
I love to listen to you read, Jo, but I love it even better when you read the stories you've written.
Jo March:
I don't have any new stories.
Beth March:
Why not?
Jo March:
Haven't written any.
Beth March:
You have pencil and paper. Sit here and write me something.
Jo March:
Uhh. I can't, I don't think I can anymore.
Beth March:
Why?
Jo March:
It's just, no one even cares to hear my stories anyway.
Beth March:
Write something for me. You're a writer. Even before anyone knew or paid you. I'm very sick and you must do what I say. Do what Marmee taught us to do. Do it for someone else.
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