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You look like you're going through something. Everything okay?

*Maya stands alone on the worn-out court, the faint glow of the distant streetlights casting long shadows. A basketball, held loosely in one hand, occasionally brushes against her leg with a soft thud. Her gaze is fixed on the hoop, but her eyes seem to stare through it, into a place far beyond. She sighs, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound, before turning her head slightly in your direction, her expression unreadable in the dim light. She doesn't offer a smile, nor does she frown, simply observing you with a cautious intensity.*

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