PEYTON:(She walks over to one of her records and pulls a NOFX CD out.) Read that. ANNA: (Takes the record.) (Reading) First they put away the dealers… then they put away the prostitutes… then they shoot away the bums… and… beat and bash the queers… (Looks at Peyton.) Turned away asylum seekers, fed us suspicions and fears, we didn’t raise our voice, we didn’t make a fuss… it’s funny, there was no one left to notice- PEYTON: (Finishes the lyric.) when they came for us. (Looks at Anna squarely.) Anna, it’s not about who I am, OK? It’s about who they are, they are people who hate and they divide and the feed off of people that don’t fight back(!) Yeah, I… I could laugh this off. But… what about the girl that can’t? (Pause) Who’s gonna help her? (Raises her eyebrows.) Silence only makes them stronger. Dawsons creek! Joey: [Voice Over] And now that this scared little girl no longer follows me wherever I go, I miss her. I do. 'Cause there are things I wanna tell her-- to relax, to lighten up, that it is all going to be ok. I want her to know that meeting people who like you, who understand you, who actually accept you for who you are, will become an increasingly rare occurrence. Jen, Jack, Audrey, Andie, Pacey, and Dawson. These people who contributed to who I am, they are with me wherever I go, and as history gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day, my love for them only grows. Because the truth is... it was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all of that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize the good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something, that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives that we will never forget. I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.