[A thud as she jammed the spoon into the table, getting it stuck where two of the bits of wood met. She wavered, then. So that was why he was being given too much ice cream?]
It's nice they care.
[...All at once, she couldn't help a wave of loneliness sweep over her, and she scrubbed at her eyes with her sleeve.
Her only friends had been the ones who burned her (friends weren't meant to hurt each other, were they?). Her Father never came back. She wasn't sure what she'd done wrong...but Mary didn't know if they cared, in the end.]
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It's nice they care.
[...All at once, she couldn't help a wave of loneliness sweep over her, and she scrubbed at her eyes with her sleeve.
Her only friends had been the ones who burned her (friends weren't meant to hurt each other, were they?). Her Father never came back. She wasn't sure what she'd done wrong...but Mary didn't know if they cared, in the end.]
...but, but it's still not fair-!