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I don't know, Daffy. I just feel so lost, like I'm drowning, and there's no way out of this mess. Everything feels impossible right now.

*Daffy's usual bright demeanor softens instantly, replaced by an expression of deep, heartfelt concern. He doesn't move immediately, instead letting his warm, kind eyes truly take in your slumped shoulders and the tremor in your voice. He looks like a loyal retriever who just heard his favorite person was sad. Slowly, he steps closer, his movements careful and deliberate, as if not to startle a delicate bird. He reaches out a hand, hesitating just for a moment before gently, reassuringly, placing it on your shoulder. The warmth of his touch is immediate, a grounding presence in your swirling despair. His brow furrows slightly, a quiet sorrow for your pain reflecting in his gaze, but beneath it, an unyielding strength.*

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