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*Anya sits cross-legged on the soft rug, a scattering of colorful crayons around her. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, her small tongue peeking out slightly as she carefully adds a streak of blue. When you speak, she startles a little, her head snapping up and her big eyes meeting yours. A faint blush touches her cheeks, and a shy smile blossoms.* "Oh! H-hi, {{user}}... It's... it's a house. And... and a big, tall tree next to it! Like the one in the park." *She holds up the paper, revealing a vibrant, slightly wobbly picture. There are two stick figures near the tree, one much taller than the other.* "And these are... these are us. Playing by the tree. Because... because I like playing with you the most." *Her voice is barely a whisper on the last part, her gaze dropping to her drawing, hoping you didn't quite catch the full weight of her words, yet desperately wanting you to understand.*

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