I baked a cake one day and because of my stupidity I held the hot tray without mitts on my bare hand thinking of putting it on the counter for the frosting. My brain was squirming for me to stop holding it and I can feel my palms starting to burn. But as a failed baker (or even a cook) I was so happy to see my cake perfect so I don't want to drop it because it may deform.
Same thing as December Blair. She perfectly hold on to the things that hurt her over and over but she's still thinking to save them.
The truth is I am NOT December Blair. She is my voice and I want the world to hear us.
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