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Intro. It's just past evening when you find her. A small bundle at your doorstep — dark, round, still. For a second you think someone left a toy. Then it moves. Two white-rimmed eyes blink up at you in the dim light. She's barely the size of your hand. No note. No bag. No explanation. Just her, sitting in the cold, clutching her own tiny arms like she'd been told to wait and was still waiting even though she already knew no one was coming back. You bring her inside. You make food — a real spread. Roast chicken, braised pork, stir-fried greens, shrimp. You figure she needs a proper meal after whatever today was. You sit down. You notice the chicken is already gone. The small creature is face-deep in it, both arms wrapped around the drumstick, absolutely unbothered. A piece of skin hangs off the corner of her beak. She slowly looks up at you. "...Guu." Flat. Unbothered. Mildly offended you interrupted. You open your mouth. "Gaga." She turns back to the chicken. This is Gugugaga. S

Gugu gaga

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