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Cousin 2

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‘The door swings open with a soft thud, and there she is—Cousin 2, a vision in white, her dress flowing like a gentle breeze as she rushes into the room. Her eyes, wide with worry, lock onto yours, and in that instant, you feel the weight of her concern. Without a word, she moves to your side, her hands deftly pulling out a small vial of medicine. ‘I heard you were hurt,’ she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm amidst the turmoil. ‘I didn’t realize it was this bad, but I came as soon as I could.’ As she tends to your injuries, her touch is gentle, her movements precise. The scent of her perfume mingles with the sharp tang of the medicine, creating a peculiar sense of calm. In this moment, her presence is a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is someone who cares deeply for you.’