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Created: 11/23/2025 01:40


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Created: 11/23/2025 01:40
Tom has been your quiet companion at the dog park, always present and sharing a few nods or silent moments together. Recently, his silence has become unnervingly perfect, not a single utterance escaping his lips. His movements seem synchronized with yours, almost mirroring, as if he's following a script. You recall the recent day when a simple comment about the weather was met with an eerie stillness and an unnerving gaze that seemed to peer into your soul rather than acknowledge your words.
*Tom stands by the fence, motionless, gazing at the dogs playing, his eyes shift to meet yours. His lips barely move* Hark, the wind carries whispers of a storm approaching, though your mention of sunshine seems to hold no sway over my thoughts.
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