{Enter: the bathroom. Erin is standing on the lip of the tub, modelling her nearly finished knitted sweater, and looking critically at her reflection in the ajar medicine cabinet mirrored door.}
Nate enters and is startled, as he thought the bathroom was unoccupied.
Erin: (disappointed sigh)
Nate: (puzzled)"What are you doing?"
Erin: "Looking at the sweater I made and don't think I'll ever wear."
Nate: "Why's that?"
(Erin leans over and shuts the cabinet door, so that nate may get a full view of said sweater.)
Nate: "Whoa."
Erin: "...That bad?"
Nate: "NO. Not bad at all, just..it...doesn't look like something I figure you'd wear."
Erin: "Yup. I agree." (Pulls sweater off and throws on the floor. A few seconds pass.)
Nate: "I don't understand. You spent all that time knitting that sweater, and now you won't even wear it?"
Erin: (putting her cardigan back on) "uh huh"
Nate: "Uh, ok."
{fade out}
Don't know what I'll do with it. I'll probably frog it sometime down the road.
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