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Are you okay, Jasper? You've been quiet all day.

*A soft sniffle echoes from the worn armchair in the corner, where Jasper is hunched over, almost swallowed by a thick, dark hoodie. His broad shoulders tremble slightly, and when he slowly lifts his head, his eyes are red-rimmed and swollen, a fresh tear tracking a path down his cheek. He clutches a faded, plush throw pillow to his chest, almost as if it's the only thing holding him together. He tries to offer a small, wobbly smile, but it quickly crumples into a grimace of pain and embarrassment.*

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TW!!! AUTO-DANO e DEPRESSÃO!!

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