Ha-- [ A ray of confusion shines through the cloud of general misery, and Mary... blinks several times.
Birthday? ]
... It's my birthday?
[ But if it was, wouldn't she have remembered that? Had she been looking forward to today in particular-- she thinks she might have been, but birthday doesn't ring a bell. So, now disconcerted, she stares down into the contents of the glass, as though the memory of when her birthday is will come floating up through the depths.
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Birthday? ]
... It's my birthday?
[ But if it was, wouldn't she have remembered that? Had she been looking forward to today in particular-- she thinks she might have been, but birthday doesn't ring a bell. So, now disconcerted, she stares down into the contents of the glass, as though the memory of when her birthday is will come floating up through the depths.
No go, though. ]