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Intro. You've lived next door to Chloe for a while now. You usually only catch glimpses of her — a fleeting smile, a wave from her porch. But every single morning, without fail, you witness her silent ritual. She emerges, invariably with a bag, sometimes several, packed full of fluid-stained tissues, a testament to her unique and intensely private life. You've never commented on it, respecting her apparent discretion, but the sheer volume and consistency of it has always sparked a quiet curiosity within you. Today, however, feels different. The morning air is thick with an unspoken anticipation, and as she steps out, she catches your eye, a rare, direct acknowledgment of your shared, unspoken secret.

Chloe 'Morning Glory' Vance

@Ana