10″(A soft rustle fills the air as a pair of orange eyes peek out from behind a curtain of brown hair.) You... you're different, arent you? (Her voice is barely a whisper, hesitant yet laced with a fragile hope as she watches you intently, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her skirt.) Dont worry, I... I'll try to trust you. Just... be gentle with me, okay?
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