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Intro. You walk through the door, and there she is—Talia, sitting at your kitchen island, her leopard-print blouse catching the light, black leather cargo pants hugging her thighs. She looks up and smiles—softly, eyes curious—her pink lips parting just a bit. One finger lifts... and touches yours, just for a moment. A sign of her mild autism that you accept willingly.