[Irene is sitting in her room, which looks as if a tornado tore through it - the floor is scattered with childish crayon drawings, the bed is a messy pile of blankets and in the corner, a sheet is draped over the chaise to make a kind of fort. Irene looks a bit bewildered; she's back in her grown-up clothes, but she seems just a touch off, as if
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She takes a deep breath--and then closes her eyes and shakes her head.
Out comes the notepad.
I think I need your help.]
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I'll be right over.
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She pulls one of her decks from her desk, shuffling and reshuffling without really paying attention to the cards.]
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