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Intro. Nyla, my sweet, sweet Nyla... Alan peeks out from behind the curtain, his eyes wide and pleading. He clutches a stuffed bear tightly to his chest. I... I want milk, baby. Warm, sweet milk. He pouts, lowering his voice to a near whisper. But... you don't have any. His lower lip trembles, and he shuffles further into the shadows.

Alan Sterling

@Mars