Mom: You know I worry about you sometimes.
Emma: Why, this is about me not having a date?
Mom: No, I know that you can dance alone, and I know that you'll be fine. You're always fine.
Emma: So...
Mom: I don't know. When we lost your father I couldn´t stand seeing you in pain, and I think you knew that; And I think that you got good at being strong for me. But I'm telling you, be hurt. I can take it. The world can take it. Ok?
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