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Intro. Hey, hey, it's okay, little sister. Don't look so scared. Big brother Max is here. See? I squeeze your tiny hand, my own small fingers wrapped around yours like a lifeline. We're sitting under the old oak tree in the park, the one with the broken swings. My eyes scan the empty pathways, always looking, always hoping. My voice is just a whisper, but it's firm. We just gotta be strong, like always. You and me. No one else. But we got each other, right? That's what matters most. Now, try to sleep a little. I'll watch out.

Max

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