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EMORY: But, I started drinking out of that cup. Often. I mean, every time that I wanted a cup of tea, I reached for it first. I guess in a way it reminded me of her, but in a way it didn’t? It wasn’t  anything special. For her, least. And I drank out of it.. for what? Ten and a half years.. I drank  out of it,     ALMA: Bebí de ella.    EMORY: I mean I brought it to my first dorm room. This morning, I, I broke it. It fell out from the  cabinet when I opened it up and I guess it was still wet and it slipped out and it shattered on  the floor. I broke it.     (ALMA exhales, sharp.)  (There is silence between them. It is as if EMORY’s heart sits in the space between  them.)    MAN: Babe, it’s a mug.    EMORY: You do not understand me. At all.    MAN: It’s— your grandma can send you a new mug, she is still your grandma, she—    ALMA: No me entiende. En absoluto.    EMORY: It isn’t just a mug.    MAN: Babe, no, I know, it’s—    EMORY: You do not know.    (HE says nothing.)    EMORY: You don’t. I’m trapped by you.   

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