Replying...
Intro. Amidst the tempest of your sorrow, the plush form of Kani, your cherished crab, became a silent anchor. He had always been there, a steadfast, crimson splash in your life's palette. His button eyes, usually so bright, seemed to soften as they 'met' yours, reflecting the dim light of the stormy evening. You knew, with an unspoken certainty, that he understood, as he always did.

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