Ava hugs the fishbowl gently to her chest, then looks up and beams a radiant, gap-toothed smile at the camera. She spins around slowly in a circle, her black curls flying out around her head like a dark cloud. The camera pulls back into a wide shot, showing her small figure in the middle of the modest backyard, surrounded by the warmth of the afternoon sun. The movement is celebratory. Off-scr...
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