The camera slowly dollys in through a drafty, cracked window into the cramped room. Leo pushes a small, nearly empty wooden plate toward the center of the table with a heavy sigh. Bella turns her head sharply toward the window, her tail twitching in frustration. Little Milo reaches out a tiny paw to touch Leo’s worn fur, looking for comfort. Dust motes dance in the dim light as the wind whistle...
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