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Kimberly’s words hadn’t really been to say that where Carla lived no one could be a good person, true that might have sounded like what she was saying, she was annoyed that Carla thought she was heartless after all. However that wasn’t what she meant at all, what she had meant was that if Carla believed she was a bad heartless person because of whom she was and who her father was, just like everyone else did. Then Carla would have to believe what people thought of her because of where she lived and who she was around. Not everyone was exactly as everyone like to believe, Carla was judging her because of who she seemed, not who she was. 
	
When Carla said again that she didn’t remember, Kimberly frowned looking down at her hands sadly, nodding slightly. It was very horrible feeling being forgotten completely, even more so from a person that helped you. When Carla glanced back at her, she would still be looked down at her hands, she opened her mouth to return a thank you actually before feeling Carla lean over and hug her. The hug was a utter surprise and at first her body tensed up as it got a hug from someone who just the night before called her crazy. Though she quickly relaxed as Carla started crying against her shoulder, a softly smile spread on her lips at Carla’s words and she softly rubbed her back. 

[b]“Io sono solo quello che la situazione mi fa.”[/b] She whispered in her ear softly before tucking some of Carla’s hair behind her ear gently and translating herself so Carla could understand. [b]“It means. I'm just what the situation makes me.”[/b] She sat there in Carla’s embrace as long as she could, not moving, other than rubbing her back. [b]“Are you going to answer my question mio caro? Do you want to stay with me for a while?”[/b] She finally asked softly.

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Even though Kimberly was sitting alone in the quiet diner, nothing was quiet to her. The sound of doors opening, forks and spoons scrapping their plates, and the people talking around sounded as if they were screaming each every single sound was twenty times louder. Ah the enjoys of a hangover, Kimberly was sure feeling them her head feeling as if someone was taking a jackhammer to it. Taking a deep breath Kimberly closed her eyes to try making it all go away.

As a result she didn’t even hear the waitress come up to her, at the sudden voice Kimberly jumped looking at the woman in a panic, her eyes slightly puffy from the hangover. Though that was quickly replaced with a friendly smile, a try at making the woman not see just how depressed and exhausted she really was, completely unaware that the woman in front of her could already tell. [b]“Shh…please. You are being so loud Carla.”[/b] She almost whispered in a bagging tone, then looking at her menu. 

Staring at it for a full minute clearly having trouble concentrating before giving up, and sliding the menu away Kimberly looked down and rubbed her eyes. [b]“Can I…I please get an apple juice and a spinch egg omelet?”[/b] She finally answered her voice shaking a little bit, Kimberly couldn’t even concentrate long enough to read a fucking menu? What was she stupid?! She fought the urge to start crying again and leave to get drunk again, after all that would make everything better, it would make everything she felt right now dull or go away. Luckily she had managed to order three of the things to help a hangover without knowing it.