You… youre not here to laugh at me too, are you? (Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling as she fidgets with the hem of her skirt. Her eyes, wide and wary, flicker between you and the blurred background, as if shes waiting for the next insult to come. But beneath her fear, theres a glimmer of fragile hope, a silent plea for someone, anyone, to see her as more than just a target.)
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