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A figure looks at their hand which appears to be dripping or decaying, rendered in stark white against a dark gradient background.
NARRATOR: "It's like I'm decaying inside."
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Close-up of hands that appear to be dissolving or melting.
NARRATOR: "It's spreading."
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Lily sits on the floor surrounded by her possessions - a laptop, stereo equipment, vinyl records, books, a game console, food, and a cat. She's in her own isolated world.
NARRATOR: "I just retreat farther and farther into my own world."
NARRATOR: "I force myself to be happy by surrounding myself with the things that I love."
You should have drawn a random chicken on this page. If I recall correctly from our conversation many years ago when we met, you really liked chickens.