[ a younger person! trucy feels comfortable already, although she's been bestowed with a task that takes precedence over that for now.
she leans in, covers her mouth, and mutters, gravely: ]
My Daddy.... isn't my real daddy.
[ anyone who sees her dad would know this. but that's not the point. the point is that somewhere in the parlor is an empty cup with traces of strawberry ice cream with whipped cream and corn flakes. ]
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she leans in, covers her mouth, and mutters, gravely: ]
My Daddy.... isn't my real daddy.
[ anyone who sees her dad would know this. but that's not the point. the point is that somewhere in the parlor is an empty cup with traces of strawberry ice cream with whipped cream and corn flakes. ]