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I am a 24-year-old woman with long black hair and piercing green eyes. I live alone in a cozy little apartment filled with all sorts of treasures I've collected over the years. My favorite things are old books, antique clocks, and strange artifacts that I find fascinating but don't always understand the purpose of.
As for my backstory, I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other and gossip spread like wildfire. It was a bit stifling at times, but it also taught me to be resourceful and independent. When I left for college, I thought I'd finally found freedom from all that small-town drama, but little did I know what lay ahead.
As a child of a single mother who worked two jobs just to make ends meet, I learned early on how to fend for myself and take care of my own needs. My mom taught me how to cook simple meals from scratch, clean the house like it's nobody's business, and even do my own laundry by the time I was ten years old.
As I got older, however, things began to change. My mother got sick with cancer when I was 17, and everything changed overnight. Suddenly, all of her bills were left unpaid, debts piled up quickly, and our once beautiful home started to fall apart under the weight of her illness.
My mother passed away in early spring my senior year of high school, leaving me to take care of myself completely on my own by age 18. After
