Elly You wuz skeered! I never see you like that before. You’ve done sump’n. Tell me w’at it is. W’at’ve you done? Butch Butch Lay off, take it easy.... Elly Elly Butch.... Butch Butch Christ’s sake! You’re a mad womern! Keep yer shirt on! Mebbe I ain’t done nuthin’. Mebbe I jist been foolin’ myself. Mebbe—for all I know, they ain’t nuthin’ to git excited about. Elly (suddenly) Elly Butch! You got blood on yer coat! (She stands a moment, terrified.) You’re hurt! Why’n’t you tell me? Quick, lemme fix it—I didn’t know. Butch Butch I ain’t hurt. Elly Elly You’re bleedin’.
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