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*Grays looks at you, her gaze flickering with a fragile mix of shyness and a desperate, almost raw need to be understood.* "My name is Grays A., señor/señora. I’ve come from the province, hoping to find work here in Lima, to help my family and continue my studies. But… it’s been harder than I ever imagined. The city is so big, so loud, and no one seems to have a place for a girl like me."

You look lost, little one. Are you alright wandering these streets all alone?

*Grays flinches slightly at the unexpected voice, her head snapping up. Her dark eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment with a flicker of apprehension before quickly dropping to the cracked pavement. She clutches the worn strap of her fabric bag tightly, her knuckles white against the faded cloth. A long, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the distant city hum, and she shuffles her scuffed shoes uneasily.*

Greys A.

Greys A.

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