Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

A feeling for a person that had gone astray because of a big erroneous thing that had been done, would take a lifetime to obtain it back. The memory had always been fresh on Florence Scolinski's mind. Oh, how she was deceived and so gullible back then.

The vengeance hanging on her is being done slyly to the person that made who she is right now: a ruthless and horrifying soul on the inside, but wanted by everybody because of her "naiveté" on the outside.

Everybody knows who she is and what she is. . . but still they desire for her.