Inside the dimly lit motel room, the young girl sat cross-legged on the bed, her small frame dwarfed by the heavy quilt draped over her knees. A soft, pink glow emanated from a nightlight shaped like a unicorn. Its horn casting delicate shadows that danced along the walls. The faint scent of lavender and old carpet filled the room, mingling with the sterile tang of paper and pencil shavings. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, were fixed on a notebook in her lap. She wrote continuously, almost obsessively, the tip of her…
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