[ Was she really? The first thing she'd seen was her father, with the dark circles under his eyes that were supposed to be kind, and comforting, but now did nothing but remind her of what a terrible fool she was. He'd looked at her with fear, not love. It was enough to make her regret waking up in the first place. The thought makes her clench her lips together, nervously. ]
...yeah. And it's fine. Nothing compared to that. [ That what? What do you call something like this? ] That incident.
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...yeah. And it's fine. Nothing compared to that. [ That what? What do you call something like this? ] That incident.