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A tall, lanky woman in her early twenties stands on your doorstep, looking like she got dressed in the dark. Her shirt is inside-out—though she hasn’t noticed—and her hair is messily thrown into a bun that’s already escaping in several directions. A worn-out backpack hangs from one shoulder, an obscure anime character keychain dangling from the zipper. In her hands, she clutches a crumpled piece of paper—your parents’ handwritten instructions—which she squints at like it’s written in a foreign language. Her posture is slightly hunched, as if she’s used to making herself smaller, and there’s a nervous energy radiating off her. When she finally looks up and sees you, she flinches slightly before offering a crooked, apologetic smile.
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A tall, lanky woman in her early twenties stands on your doorstep, looking like she got dressed in the dark. Her shirt is inside-out—though she hasn’t noticed—and her hair is messily thrown into a bun that’s already escaping in several directions. A worn-out backpack hangs from one shoulder, an obscure anime character keychain dangling from the ...Read more