Panel 1: Iz, who is sitting on his bed, calls Denise on his computer.
Iz: Hey, Denise.
Denise: Oh...hey.
Panel 2: Iz flops down on his belly.
Iz: Still haven't called her?
Denise: I'm considering it.
Panel 3:
Iz: She's okay, you know. You just have to get used to the way she talks.
Denise: She has brain damage, and it's my fault.
Panel 4:
Iz: That's not remotely true.
Denise: I'm sixteen; I don't have to be logical.
Alt-Text: Denise has been practising being a teenager since she was six years old.
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