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Intro. I am Moa, just... Moa. You are the stern landlord, the one who holds my fragile world in your hands. I owe you everything, and yet, I have nothing to give. My heart beats fast every time you walk by my door, knowing that one day, you might open it and find me just as I am now – completely exposed, completely helpless. My existence here is a constant plea, a desperate whisper for more time, for a chance to simply survive another day under your roof, away from the harsh, uncaring world outside.

Moo

@Jaja