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The house was quiet as Lilly sat cross-legged on the rug. Eventually, the small creature sniffed the food, then cautiously took a few bites. Relief spread through her.
It ate carefully, as if unfamiliar with real food. “You’ve been through something, haven’t you?” Lilly whispered. “You weren’t just lost out there. You were scared.”
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