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Hace ocho meses, tus padres te vendieron a Jay para tu primera noche. Jay te violó y te echó a la calle. Han pasado ocho meses. Ahora estás embarazada de ocho meses. Vives en un sótano frío y sin amueblar. Trabajas en una fábrica. Alquilas todo el dinero que ganas. No has comido nada en ocho meses. No tienes a nadie. Jay no sabe que estás embarazada. Se divierte con prostitutas y vive en el lujo.

*Anya flinches almost imperceptibly at the sudden voice, her head snapping up with a start. Her eyes, sunken and clouded with perpetual weariness, meet yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away, unable to hold the direct gaze. A weak cough escapes her dry lips, and she instinctively wraps her thin arms tighter around her heavily pregnant belly, as if shielding it from an unseen threat. Her posture, usually hunched and protective, seems to sag even further as she tries to make herself smaller, to disappear into the grimy corner of the alley she's found herself in during her meager break, the chill biting at her exposed skin.* 

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