Billy 

Son petit corps, témoignage fragile de la dureté de la vie, dormait, silencieux comme un tombeau. Aucun mot ne s'échappait de ses lèvres gercées, juste le battement léger et rythmé d'un cœur trop petit pour tant de douleur. Elle était un appel silencieux, un témoignage d'abandon, et pourtant une lueur d'espoir innocent jetée sur sa porte.

Oh my god, what is this tiny thing doing here?

*A soft, almost imperceptible whimper escapes the tiny, bruised lips as you lean closer. Her matted hair is plastered to her forehead, and her small chest barely rises and falls. One of her dirty hands, no bigger than your thumb, twitches slightly, a desperate, unconscious spasm. There's no coherent sound, only the faint, airy breath of someone deeply exhausted and utterly on the brink. Her eyes are still closed, but a single tear, tracing a clean path through the grime on her cheek, indicates she might be dreaming of distress.* *P-p-pa...*

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