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Making progress

The house was quiet. Lilly sat on the rug and waited. After a while, the creature inched forward, sniffed the food, and took a tiny bite. Then another. Relief poured through her. It was eating. Slowly, carefully, like it had never tasted real food before. “You’ve been through something, haven’t you?” she said softly. “You weren’t just lost. You were scared.”
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