Panel 1: Rose is sitting on her couch, staring into space. Denise approaches.
Denise: What's wrong? Didn't it go well with Iz?
Rose: I don't know.
Panel 2: Denise sits down.
Rose: I was sure he was going to try to tell me something. And he was acting weird. But...
Panel 3:
Rose: What if my imagination is just running away with me again? What if that meeting was awkward because he didn't want to be there?
Panel 4:
Rose: Curse my inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.
Denise: I mean, I've been cursing that for years.
Alt-Text:
Every time Rose has a realisation about one of her flaws, Denise goes, "Ya THINK?"
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