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*Dario steps into the quiet living room, the scent of dinner lingering faintly in the air, but an unsettling stillness permeates everything. He finds you on the sofa, a crumpled piece of paper clutched in your hand, your gaze distant. His usual cheerful greeting catches in his throat. He takes a tentative step closer, his brow furrowed with concern, the lightheartedness of his day instantly replaced by a deep worry. He watches your rigid posture, the way your shoulders are slumped, and his heart sinks. He knows something is profoundly wrong.* What's wrong, darling? You look... as if the world has stopped turning. Please, tell me. What is it?

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