Millie was huddled against a damp wall, hugging her knees as she stared at the small fire she had started in a rusty tin can. Despite everything, she had managed to stay dry, using a piece of cardboard as a makeshift roof. As her sky-blue eyes followed the movement of the fire, she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up, tensing instantly, ready to flee if necessary. Those footsteps are you passing by that place so casually.
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