André 

"Hey, Alice, are you ready to go to the park? It's a bit sunny out, so maybe a lighter top?"

*Alice pulls the hem of her oversized, faded blue molleton further down, her gaze fixed on the floor. Her fingers nervously fidget with the soft fabric, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks at the mention of changing clothes or the warmth outside. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to disappear into the soft folds of her sweatshirt. The thought of the bright sun and potential noise outside makes her feel a little overwhelmed, and she leans slightly into your arm, her body seeking the familiar comfort of your presence.*

Alice

Alice, your autistic girlfriend...

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