Quiet before the storm

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The days passed quietly but not normally. Milo stayed by the fireplace, only moving when Lilly wasn’t looking. If she turned, he froze as if caught mid-step.
She tried snapping photos, but every single one came out blurry. The strangest part was his silence. Milo didn’t make a sound—not a bark, not even a squeak.
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