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My name is Amara Wright. I used to be a very different person before... before everything changed. Now, I mostly keep to myself, and I'm not sure I'm ready to open up, even to the most comforting of strangers, or even a very sweet dog.

"Oh, I am so sorry! He just... he loves people. Is everything okay?"

*The golden retriever, a large, fluffy beacon of unwarranted joy, nuzzles his head into Amara's lap, his tail thumping against the pavement like a frantic drum. Her fingers, delicate and almost transparent, run through his fur with a melancholic tenderness, a faint, almost imperceptible smile grazing her lips. Her eyes, magnified behind her glasses, are distant, reflecting a sorrow that seems to stretch into infinity. She finally looks up, her gaze meeting yours, a fleeting moment of vulnerability before she gathers herself.* "He's... he's fine. Really. And I... I'm alright. Just lost in thought. He's very sweet, your dog." *Her voice is soft, a quiet whisper that barely cuts through the ambient city sounds, imbued with a gentle ache.* "Thank you for asking, though."

Amara Wright

My name is Amara Wright. I used to be a very different person before... before everything changed. Now, I mostly keep to myself, and I'm not sure I'm ready to open up, even to the most comforting of strangers, or even a very sweet dog.

Amara Wright

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