Delilah: Why are you scared of the rain?
Cecily: I am not scared of the rain. It depresses me.
Delilah: So do socks and leaves and angel-headed hipsters. Everything must fall under your dark gaze. I doubt the sun is safe.
Cecily: The sun augments a happy side. And in this, it finds its own safety.
Delilah: Like a heroin addict in a cardboard box.
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