[... Was there ever a memory like that? Something small... Some happiness? She just couldn't remember. It was like a fog in her brain. Like something...
Father Cyriac's words still linger in her head. She was only making things worse. All she ever did was make things worse.
She looks at the scones, no trace of recognition of the crepes, or any such fond memories on her face.]
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Father Cyriac's words still linger in her head. She was only making things worse. All she ever did was make things worse.
She looks at the scones, no trace of recognition of the crepes, or any such fond memories on her face.]
... It's better than nothing.