Gwyn

The tears were starting to come back. Gwyn was close to crying when Rose said that she couldn't work as a cook. It was her passion. It helped her feel better about her... mom and dad.
There she went again. Her tears streamed down like waterfalls and she forced her arms onto the table and buried her face in them. She shook her head no, whimpering. "I don't wanna be a waitress though, I wanna cook," she cried out. She pushed the plate with dessert aside and kept bawling.
"The beautiful?" she whimpered to Will. "Do you think Danny would've let me work as a cook here if he owned the place?" she looked up at him longingly. "I'm not bad, am I?"
There she went again. Her tears streamed down like waterfalls and she forced her arms onto the table and buried her face in them. She shook her head no, whimpering. "I don't wanna be a waitress though, I wanna cook," she cried out. She pushed the plate with dessert aside and kept bawling.
"The beautiful?" she whimpered to Will. "Do you think Danny would've let me work as a cook here if he owned the place?" she looked up at him longingly. "I'm not bad, am I?"
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