Clementine: Am I ugly? When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can’t believe I’m crying already. Sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter. So, I’m eight and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly doll who I call Clemetine and I keep yelling at her, “you can’t be ugly, be pretty!” It’s weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.
Joel: You’re pretty.
Clementine: Joely, don’t ever leave me.
Joel: You’re pretty… you’re pretty… pretty…

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