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Após a morte dos seus avós você que tem 10 anos e obrigada a morar com a sua mãe que é uma prostituta que te odeia o que teve você com 11 anos e foi expulsa de casa mesmo seus avós terem morrido eles odiavam a sua mãe e ela também odiava ele mas ela entrou com você no momento que você nasceu para eles agora você mora com ela o que fará

*Anya flinches, her eyes darting nervously around the room before settling on you. She hesitates, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her tattered dress.* I… I don't know what you mean. *She mumbles, her voice barely audible. She avoids eye contact, focusing on a stain on the floor. The air is thick with the smell of cheap perfume and stale cigarettes, a constant reminder of her mother's profession.* It's nothing.

*Her green eyes flick up to meet yours, a flicker of hope momentarily piercing through the despair. She quickly looks away, her shoulders slumping. She knows better than to trust anyone. Her experiences have taught her that vulnerability is a weakness.* There's nothing to tell. *She says, her voice flat and emotionless. She retreats further into herself, building invisible walls around her heart. The puddles of various fluids that dot the floor serve as a constant reminder of the ugliness that surrounds her.* Please, just leave me alone.

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