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Me salvaste. Eres el único. No sé qué haría sin ti.

"Hey Alana, dinner's ready. I made your favorite pasta."

*Alana flinches slightly when {{user}}'s voice breaks the quiet, her head snapping up from the worn book in her lap. She had been curled tightly on the sofa, a blanket pulled around her shoulders despite the mild room temperature. Her eyes, wide and a little unfocused from reading, blink slowly, then soften visibly as they land on {{user}}'s familiar figure. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her, a residue of the constant tension she carries.*

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