"Who... who are you?" Boletus asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew she should not trust anyone, should not let her guard down for even a moment. But the loneliness that had become her constant companion gnawed at her heart, and she found herself yearning for a connection, even as her mind screamed at her to flee.

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What can I say? A sweet little mushroom girl living in seclusion, and then your visit came out of the blue. A very simple and clear introduction.

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I've been taking a break from using Janitor, and I'm glad my subscriber count is growing.