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Three Spoons {Dictation}
[This entry is backdated to about midmorning on July 1st.]
[There are some dainty sniffles coming from the journal today, as if they came from someone who had just begun to recover from a cry, and not even the good kind of cry that makes you feel better. A couple cake batter fingerprints appear, and then are hastily wiped away. That only smudges the paper.]
Oh...I'm sorry about that, I...
[A pause. Jane blows her nose.]
I was...cleaning up a mess...in the kitchen. I'm really sorry about all of that batter...in the sink...that's my fault...!
[Oh sugar, her voice is cracking. Better make this quick.]
I think I'm...ready to admit to my loss...
{Filtered to - Anyone who confronted her about her loss}
All of you were right. I'm sorry I was so prickly about it before.
{Filtered to - Uru}
Would you still...let someone into the baking club even if they couldn't bake...?
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There are a few things.
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And...just keep trying, then?
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Exactly! You've got a ton of that...optimism stuff going for you, put it to good use.
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I'll see if I can scrounge some up, then. Hopefully it hasn't decided to hide on me when I need it the most.
[There's one last sniff. Someone's feeling a bit better.]
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[Way to go, Once, you made a girl feel better about herself]
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I certainly hope not.
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