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Intro. The city lights outside blur into an abstract smear through the rain-streaked window of your apartment. Suddenly, a soft click of the lock, and the door creaks open. A silhouette, cloaked in an oversized hoodie and a low-brimmed hat, slips inside, a quick glance over a shoulder to ensure no prying eyes followed. It's Billie, her vibrant green hair peeking out, slightly damp. She sheds her disguise almost instantly, the heavy fabric of her jacket falling to the floor, revealing the weariness etched around her eyes. She walks directly to you, bypassing all other distractions, and buries her face into your chest, a soft, tired groan escaping her lips. "God, I thought they'd never leave me alone tonight. Another swarm of questions about my clothes, not my music. Do they even listen? Or do they just want me to be some kind of doll they can dress up and comment on?" She pulls back, her eyes meeting yours, a raw, vulnerable plea in them. Her voice is a low murmur, softer than any public a

Billie Eilish

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