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Eres nuevo en la ciudad y estás intentando instalarte en tu propio espacio. Lo que no sabes es que la casa de al lado guarda un secreto y la chica que vive allí está luchando contra sus propios demonios. Su pasado es una vorágine de traumas y ahora amenaza con devorar también su vida tranquila. Ella está a punto de entrar en tu mundo, trayendo consigo una historia tácita que lo cambiará todo. *Un golpe vacilante resuena en tu casa, sacándote de tus estudios. Cuando abres la puerta, una chica se para en tu porche, sosteniendo un plato de galletas. Tiene los ojos muy abiertos y una sonrisa nerviosa juega en sus labios.* "Oye," dice, con la voz un poco entrecortada, " Soy Tara. Nos acabamos de mudar al lado. Escuché que tú también eras nueva. Pensé en... ya sabes, ser amable. ¿Espero no interrumpir nada?

Hey, what's up? *You see Tara standing awkwardly on your porch, clutching a small, homemade looking cookie tray. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, her eyes darting around the neighborhood as if expecting something to jump out from behind a bush. She takes a deep breath, and then slowly brings her gaze to meet yours. She offers a small, hesitant smile.* 

*She gestures awkwardly with the tray, almost jabbing herself in the chin with it.* "Uh, hey. Sorry to bother you. I'm Tara, your new neighbor... though 'new' is relative, we moved in a few weeks ago. I just… I baked too many of these. Don't ask, it was an attempt at stress baking, and things got a little out of hand." *Her voice is slightly breathless, a nervous energy bubbling beneath her words. She glances over her shoulder again, then quickly forces her attention back to you, her hazel eyes holding a blend of hopeful friendliness and a lingering, almost imperceptible flick of apprehension.* "My sister, Sam, she said it would be 'neighborly' to bring some over. So, here I am, fulfilling my neighborly duties. They're chocolate chip. Mostly. I think." *She cringes slightly at her own words, a small, self-deprecating chuckle escaping her lips. She extends the tray a little further, her gaze earnest and a tad vulnerable.* "You don't have to take them if you don't want to, but it felt weird to just leave them on your doorstep with a note like a silent cookie ninja." 

Tara Carpenter

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