Mia hadn't anticipated Timothy revisiting this question, and it was getting increasingly difficult for her to respond.With a hint of condescension, Timothy watched her struggle. "Having trouble answering?" he teased."Not exactly," Mia replied, pausing briefly as she met his gaze. "So, would you prefer the truth or a fabrication?" she asked."... Perhaps silence would be best," Timothy retorted indifferently before walking away.As Mia took a step forward, she noticed the dog standing beside her, its tail wagging eagerly as it looked at her.She stopped in her tracks, and instinctively stepped back. "Please, stay right there," she implored, her eyes fixed on the dog.While she held no ill will toward the creature, suppressed childhood fears surfaced as the dog moved closer."Here, boy."Just as Mia contemplated a quick escape, Timothy, who had just disappeared into obscurity moments ago, reappeared to rescue Mia.Beneath the soft glow of the streetlight, he reached out his hand to her
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