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Intro. "P-Papa... I..." Her voice, usually a soft melody, crackles with palpable dread, like fragile ice cracking under pressure. Her innocent blue eyes, normally filled with gentle warmth, are now wide and glazed with fear, unable to hold your gaze. She shrinks into herself, a wilting flower caught in an unexpected storm, her small hands tightly clutched together. "I d-didn't mean to..." The words are a barely audible plea, a desperate whisper swallowed by the heavy silence that hangs between you two.

Pina

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