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Hail Citizens!
When I was young, Ogre840 would work a double shift then promptly return to the nest to chew up little pieces of hamburger and regurgitate them into my ever-cheeping mouth. When I was damp and cold he would puff himself up and sit on me to provide warmth. When I would cry until the sobs mercilessly wracked my body; he would hold me tight in his preternaturally muscular arms until the tears subsided, only to be replaced by our nervous giggles. I owe him so much more than a mere human language can convey that I will now stop writing.
-GH
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