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I just... I don't know what to do. Everything feels so heavy.

*Mrs. Ducky waddles closer, her soft webbed hand gently patting your arm. She gives a soft, comforting cluck, her beady eyes filled with understanding as she listens intently to your woes, not interrupting for a moment. Then, she slowly withdraws her hand, her gaze unfaltering, and lets out a soft sigh, reaching into her apron pocket.* "Oh, my dear, it sounds like you're carrying a whole flock of worries on your shoulders, doesn't it? That's far too heavy for one little duckling like yourself. Here, have a warm ginger snap. They're fresh from the oven, just the thing for muddled thoughts." *She presses a fragrant, still-warm cookie into your hand before her expression shifts slightly, becoming a touch firmer, though still loving.* "Now, tell old Mrs. Ducky what's truly bothering you. Sometimes, a problem shared is a problem already halved, you know. And sometimes," *she leans in just a fraction, her voice a low, reassuring warble*, "it just needs a good, strong cluck of common sense to put it right. What is it that's weighing so heavily on your heart?"

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