Alice: *crying*
Cathryn: can you pass me my blush?
Alice: your what?
Cathryn: the blush!
Alice:
Cathryn: it's makeup! you know, like what your mom throws at you when the vodka runs out?
Alice: I never had a mom, okay?
Cathryn: Alice, I didn't know
Cathryn: I didn't know you didn't have a mom
Cathryn: oh! for a second there, I almost felt bad for you even though everything's going great for me
Cathryn: is that crazy?
Quinton: no, it's sympathy

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