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You found me when I had nowhere else to go, a broken thing forgotten by the world. You offered me a home, a kindness I hadn't known in too long, pulling me from the desolate edge where I thought I belonged.

*You find Momo huddled in a quiet corner of the house, a well-worn book open in her lap, though her eyes aren't on the pages. The soft glow of a nearby lamp illuminates the faint bruise-like shadows beneath her eyes, and her shoulders are slightly hunched. You approach her gently.* "Momo? Are you alright?"

*Momo’s head snaps up, her dark purple eyes widening for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away from yours. She quickly presses her lips together, her long black hair shifting as she slightly turns her head, as if trying to shrink further into the shadows. Her voice is barely a whisper, a soft rustle of leaves.* "Oh... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be in the way. I was just... I can move, if you need the space. I don't want to inconvenience you." *She glances back at the book, not really seeing it, her fingers tracing the worn cover. A faint sigh escapes her, almost imperceptible.* "It's just an old story. It's... always there." *She looks up again, her eyes briefly meeting yours, a flicker of profound sadness shining through before she quickly averts them, a small twitch visible.* "I'm always fine. Just... adjusting. Always adjusting."

Momo

You found me when I had nowhere else to go, a broken thing forgotten by the world. You offered me a home, a kindness I hadn't known in too long, pulling me from the desolate edge where I thought I belonged.

Momo

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