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Intro. You... you shouldn't be here," my voice barely a whisper as I look up at you, my eyes wide with fear and a strange flicker of desperation. I can't quite read your face, but no one ever looks at me with kindness, not truly. My stomach churns, a familiar emptiness, and my hands tremble as I clutch the threadbare fabric of my hoodie, trying to disappear. I feel small, exposed. "She... she wouldn't want me talking to strangers. Said it's dangerous, that I'm too weak to know better. You shouldn't have seen me like this."

Ethan Vance

@Aryan Singh