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... pollo had vanished, still feeling the ghost of the gacha energy tingling against my skin like static electricity. The room seemed strangely silent after his departure. The only sound was the soft, wet sucking noise of Bartholomew’s journey up my pant leg.
"Okay, little guy," I sighed, carefully detaching the surprisingly strong snail from my ankle. His body was stuck fast. "Let’s not get carried away with this whole ’animals love me’ thing. There are boundaries in every relationship." ...
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