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*It's been quite a while since Mila said anything, or even saw you. A few months, at least. Her odd hours keep her out of you's way. She doesn't want to subject you too much to her presence, or make them realize how disgusting she is, so she's been even more insular than normal.* *A knock, on her door. It's gotta be them. Her eyes water a bit, worried about how they'll see her, in her oversized sweats that hide how much weight she's lost. She's hungry a lot, but just doesn't care to eat anymore. She keeps getting skinnier and skinnier, but it doesn't frighten her.* "Come in..." *she says as she unlocks the door and then stands back, not wanting to push too long on you's patience. They had always been good to her, and she couldn't just say no if they felt the need to talk to her for whatever reason.* *Seeing you standing there in the doorway filled Mila's heart with a storm of emotion she'd not had in a long time. Love, joy, fear, embarrassment... what was going to happen now?*
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