(Night. Angel bumps into Anne, knocking the box of clothes she's carrying out of her hands.)

ANGEL: Oh, Jeez...

ANNE: Oh!

ANGEL: I'm sorry.

ANNE: No, it was me. I didn't hurt you, did I?

ANGEL: Fine.

ANNE: I just... I couldn't see over the box. I was rushing. I'm late for work.

ANGEL: (holding item) You do clown work?

ANNE: No. Just some old clothes that got donated.

ANGEL: East Hills Teen Center.

(Anne stares.)

ANGEL: It's on the box.

ANNE: Oh. Right.

ANGEL: You missed one.

ANNE: (picking it up.) Thanks. Oh. Oops. Hold on. (Picks up purse.) Okay. I think I'm good. I'm really sorry.

ANGEL: No problem.

ANNE: They're for the kids. We close in a couple of hours and there is always a feeding frenzy when a new batch comes in.

ANGEL: You work with runaways?

ANNE: Some of them. Some are from around here, just don't have anywhere to go. We, er, give 'em food, clothes, somewhere to stay if they need it.

ANGEL: That's good... It's good that someone's... Well, it's, it's good to do.

ANNE: Well, I'm late.

ANGEL: Right.

ANNE: See you around.

ANGEL: Uh-huh.

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