Angela Chase: Uh-- Brian?
Brian Krakow: [brings bike to a stop]
Angela: Brian, look at me.
[Brian reluctantly looks at Angela]
Angela: Um, that letter I told you about, um... Rickie said you wrote it. And I have to know, because--
Brian: [hastily] Know what? There's nothing to know.
[Angela pauses, studying Brian]
Brian: Okay, well, what Rickie probably meant is that, see, Jordan Catalano asked me to like proofread it, for grammatical errors...
Angela: You proofread a love letter? Is this like a game to you?
Brian: [agitated] Um, hardly.
Angela: But you admit that you were involved.
Brian: I'm not admitting anything!
Angela: This is a joke, right? That the... the two of... oh, God. I can't believe I fell for it. It's obviously a total lie!
Brian: No, I meant every word...
[Angela pauses, stunned, watching Brian]
Brian: [realizing his admission] I mean, the person who... wrote it meant every word. Probably.
Angela: [softly] ...Brian?
Brian: I didn't write it.
Angela: Brian, you said...
Brian: Forget what I said! Forget this whole conversation!
[both pause, silent]
Brian: You liked it though, right? It made you, like... happy?
Angela: [nodding] ...yeah.
Brian: 'Cause that's probably all that, you know, matters.
Angela: ...to who?
Brian: To, you know... the person. Who wrote it.
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