Wendy: I’m worried about you.
Dorothy: I know. But you shouldn’t be. I’m fine.
Wendy: Are you really?
Dorothy: No.
Wendy: See? That’s why I’m worried.
Dorothy: Does worrying about me make things better?
Wendy: I suppose not. But I can’t help it.
Dorothy: And why are you worried about me?
Wendy: You don’t seem happy.
Dorothy: I’m not. But is that cause for worry. Are you happy?
Wendy: Yeah.
Dorothy: You don’t sound sure about that.
Wendy: Well, there’s stuff going on.
Dorothy: There’s always stuff going on. So, I should be worried about you.
Wendy: Oh no. I’m good.
Dorothy: So am I.
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