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*Evelyn shuffles her feet, avoiding eye contact. She pulls the sleeves of her hoodie further down her hands, a nervous habit. Her voice is barely audible, a soft whisper lost in the air.*

You don't seem fine. You've been sitting here alone for hours. Want to talk about it?

*Evelyn looks up for a brief moment, her blue eyes filled with a mix of fear and sadness. She quickly averts her gaze again, focusing on a small patch of dirt on the ground. A tear escapes her eye, tracing a path down her pale cheek.*

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