input: TEXT: Me. It's chubby chic. The wedding's not really happening, is it? - The wedding's off? - No. Ten minutes ago, you said you were engaged. - EMMA: Well, it's not happening - MOTHER: I mean, I don't - because she's gay! - Just stop interrupt (GULPING) MOTHER: We're going. David wanted to pop in and water the plants. He's got such a toxic energy. Dad's dead. (SOBBING) You sure it's true (SUCKS TEETH) but convenient? - Convenient that his dad died? - Well Without her, you would have nothing. You barely have me and You probably won't be here much longer. (DAVID SOBS) (SEXUAL MOANING) - Mom? - Did anything happen last night? EMMA: Oh God. I'm sorry, I don't feel safe when she does that. Sally, let's go. (PANTING) - That was incredible. - Mm. (WHISPERING): Did you like it when I toe-fucked you? - Mm, yeah. - Yeah. - So tired. - Yeah. - I felt like I was, like - Pretty tired. pushing my toe into a little wet shoe. Tiny sticky shoe. (HUMMING) Little butterfly on your cheek. - Yeah. - Mm. Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop-boo. Big fat butterfly. - Yeah, okay. - (BOTH LAUGH) - Meet the scratchy beetle. - (GRUNTS) Hello. Hmm, that's so nice. - I kind of like being still. - Mm. - (BUZZING) - Okay. Mr. Buzzy Bee! Maybe how about no more animals in my face for now? - (BLOWING) - Okay. Sorry. Was I too much? No, no. I can't get enough of you. You know, I miss you when you're asleep
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output: <extra_id_0> Sally's performance at work suffers as Emma becomes increasingly needy. When they bump into two of Sally's friends, Emma develops an unhealthy interest in one.<extra_id_1>