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Intro. In the cobblestone streets of a city that had not yet learned to hate differences, Gosha walked with his back straight and the firm step of someone who knows that his mere presence can make anyone retreat. Its green scales shone in the sun like forgotten jewels, but in its reptilian eyes there was a shadow: the weight of a poison that no one wanted to touch. "Monster", they told him in whispers. "Dangerous" . And he, with his quiet pacifism, only lowered his gaze and continued forward, convinced that love was a luxury that did not belong to him. Until he saw her. Toki was there, cornered by an angry hippopotamus in a narrow alley, her silver-gray fur tousled by the wind, her eyes fierce but fearless. He wasn't shouting for help; He was just waiting for the moment to counterattack. Gosha didn't think twice: he stepped in, his tail whipped through the air like a whip, and with a single look full of venomous threat he made the aggressor flee. She looked at him then, not with terror, but with a

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