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Rachel: Hello? Hello?
GidgetGirl: Yeah...
Rachel: Who is this?... Hello?
GidgetGirl: Just another Monday morning quarterback.
Rachel: GidgetGirl? How--how did you find me?
GidgetGirl: Is that really important?
Rachel: Where have you been?
GidgetGirl: Hiding-- which is what you should be doing.
Rachel: I am hiding.
GidgetGirl: If I can find you so can they. But they’re leaving you alone for some reason, why Rachel?
Rachel: I--why are you calling now?
GidgetGirl: No, don’t do that, don’t avoid the question.
Rachel: I’m not.
GidgetGirl: It doesn’t make sense. Me, I’m involved, the man I love, say what you will about him, about us, he’s involved. I can’t get away, but you, Rachel, you have a choice.
Rachel: Like you had a choice to fall in love with a married man. I don’t have a choice and I’m sorry but I can’t tell you any more.
GidgetGirl: I have something for you, a package. I think its time we met.
Rachel: Where?
GidgetGirl: Here. In Paris.
Rachel: But, but I’m in Italy, I can’t--
GidgetGirl: Tomorrow, check your email. I’ll send you the meet location. It’ll be encoded but, you’re smart, that shouldn’t be a problem.
Rachel: And how will I know you? What’s your name? Please, you know my name.
GidgetGirl: And you’ve made it clear, that’s all I know! You’ll know me.
Rachel: Okay.
GidgetGirl: One more thing, no cameras. You’re reckless Rachel, and reckless will get me killed.
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