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- Your character’s life is extremely mundane, until a stray dog starts showing up on their front porch every day.
Lily reveled in the extraordinary quiescence that took place each dawn at the new house. Not a single thing stirred; it appeared that even the squirrels stilled on the fence as she went for her stroll like the little erect babushka trinkets in Grandmother's home. Every now and then a browning leaf or two would waver, but mornings in the neighbourhood were filled with such little life and she liked it that way. It was mundane, but it was Lily. So imagine her alarm when one day the girl, rising particularly early, headed out to see a ragged-ear mutt bounding at the squirrels. Her pleasant countenance shattered; she promptly rushed out and hissed at the dog with burning eyes. And as the girl leered at it menacingly, its tail drooped glumly between its legs as it hobbled back down the sidewalk.
However, this did nothing to stop its return the next day. And the next. If you were there to witness their now-daily interactions, the eager pup perched on the doorstep of an irritable Lily, mug of coffee in hand and scowl plastered on her face, you might have had found it slightly endearing-and perhaps a little laughable. But the girl who had become accustomed to shuffling out regularly in her tattered bathrobe to swat a stray away would have much rather thought otherwise. Nothing more could exacerbate the bubbling loathing that churned in Lily Lockburn's stomach than the bright-eyed dog on her doorstep.
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