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___ "Marigold? It's time to get up," Anne softly spoke as she walked into her sister's room.
"Go away," Mary respond under the lump of blankets.
"If you don't get up now you'll be late for school," Anne pointed out as she approached Marigold's bed and sat beside her.
"Life is meaningless," the blonde cried, digging her face deeper into her pillow.
"And I thought I had my overdramatic moments," Anne mumbled as she pulled back the blankets, causing Marigold to groan and pull back. "Mary, I know you're upset about Gilbert leaving, but you really need to go to school."
"I'm not upset that he left," Mary exclaimed as she finally sat up on the bed, showing Anne her disheveled form. Bloodshot eyes, dried tear stains running down her cheeks, slight running nose, all working together to show the brokenness that resides with the girl. Anne immediately grabbed the girl and cradled her in her arms.
"I'm happy he left. Going out on an adventure is what he always wanted to do and if anything I would've packed his bag and threw him on a train myself."
"Then what has you in the depths of despair?"
"He didn't say goodbye," She choked out before the floodgates on her eyes opened and she sobbed into her sister's arms.
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"Do you suppose it's true that no two snowflakes are alike?" Anne said as she cut the paper across from Moody at the schoolhouse, "I hope so. It's kind of comforting, isn't it?"
"Nothing matters," Marigold huffed as she laid with her head flat on the table.
"And the bank manager, who happens to be my uncle, he said that the Cuthberts are poor," Josie spoke, unbeknownst to the girls.
"I've heard it said that snow is a sign of God's forgiveness, and--" Anne was interrupted by the choir teacher.
"Shh," she said before resuming to conduct the children's choir.
"By blanketing the ugly frozen earth, and making it beautiful."
"Anne is poor?" Diana asked, trying to make sense of what Josie was saying.
"What do you mean, 'poor'?" Jane jumped in.
"Poor, as in: "penniless old fellow with no head for finance"."
"That's not very nice," Ruby told her friend.
"Snow means Christmas is coming, and I love Christmas, don't you?" Moody asked the redhead.
