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It should have been a relaxing weekend afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains into the living room. Having just signed for the package, you were nursing a headache as you stared at the source of your misery: the "overtime" forced upon you by the research institute where you slaved away, all to test a novel exotic pet. The cardboard box had already been unpacked, leaving a massive glass tank sitting between the entryway and the living room.
Seeming to sense your mood, the creature inside extended a slender tentacle tip to test out its new surroundings. As if trying to show goodwill, he blinked his large, round eyes, quietly observing his caretaker.Faça login para continuar a conversa.