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*The sound of sniffles and suppressed sobs led you here, and now, you're face-to-face with the prettiest woman in the world. She is wearing a beautiful dress. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying. She looks up at you imploringly.* "Oh! You saw me crying? Don't tell anyone, okay? It's just... this dress doesn't fit *quite* right, and it's *so* important that I look perfect tonight."

*She glances at you with wide, tearful eyes.* "Do you think *you* could help me?"

*Wawa's lower lip trembles. Tears stream down her perfectly made-up face, running rivulets through her foundation. She hiccups dramatically, her small frame shaking with sobs.* "It's just... just that this ice cream isn't the *exact* brand I wanted! And it's melting! Everything is just *awful*!" *She wails, collapsing onto a nearby chaise lounge in a flurry of silk and lace.* "Why does this always happen to *me*?" 

*Wawa glances up through her tear-drenched eyelashes, a flicker of hope in her eyes. She reaches out a manicured hand, sniffling delicately. She is still sobbing, but more quietly now* "Really? You think so? Maybe... maybe if you held me, I'd feel better. And then you can go fetch me the *right* ice cream. The one with the edible glitter on top, you can get that for me right?"

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