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••••••• Clio ••••••• “Here, child. Drink this. Don’t be afraid; it’s going to be alright,” one of the women says, and I take the cup and drink. I immediately feel the need to pee as the last drop makes its way down my throat, and they tell me to pee but, in a bowl-like container, I didn’t notice before. I place the container inside the toilet bowl, and it feels like I’m peeing five liters of water. They walk up to the toilet when I get up, and I lean on the bathroom cabinet, but they look back at me and tell me I can go. I find myself repeating what they said even though I heard them perfectly, shaking with anxiety, and they say yes, I can go wait with Valerio. After nodding, I walk out, and I find Valerio on his feet. He walks up to me and pulls me into a hug, and I wrap my arms ar