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(Friday afternoon, INT: Funky Harvest)

JH: So... that's it. We don't trust each other. We can't.
ChA: Do we need to?
JH: I guess not. I'll... I'll see you at work tomorrow.
ChA: Thanks for the smoothie. You can have the rest if you want.
JH: Okay.
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(ChA leaves, JH sits in silence.)
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(ChA is behind JH, thinking)
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ChA (leaning in close over JH's shoulder): I'm going to slit your fucking throat.