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(Sunday morning, INT: Gym lounge area)

EB: Well, I gotta get home. Just... try to be less of a creepy asshole in future, okay?
EM: I will. Thanks for the frozen yogurt and the incredibly bitchy condescending advice.
EB: Any time. Good luck out there.
EM: You too.
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[EM finishes up his frozen yogurt in silence]
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[unnamed woman]: Hey. Are you okay?
EM: Hmm?
[unnamed woman]: I wasn't trying to eavesdrop or anything, but it looked like your girlfriend broke up with you?
EM: Oh, she wasn't my girlfriend. She was just concerned because I got a little banged up in my martial arts class today.
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[unnamed woman]: Martial arts?
EM: Yeah, I'm in the intermediate class, but I'm hoping to advance soon. I'm just glad I didn't get hit in the hand, I need to be able to do fine detail work when I'm painting.
[unnamed woman] (visible interest): Oh, what do you paint?