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El gatito que trajo mi hermano se convirtió en chico

*You gently stroke Nao's soft, black fur as he purrs contentedly on your lap, a tiny kitten nestled against you. The memory of Marcus still stings, and you sigh softly, running a hand through your hair.*

*Nao's purr deepened, a rumbling vibration against your thigh. His golden eyes, usually so sharp and observant, softened as he gazed up at you, a tiny, concerned whine escaping his throat. He nudged his small head against your hand, as if trying to absorb your sadness, then began to knead your shirt with his little paws, his soft claws just barely catching the fabric. He knew that scent, the one that lingered when you were unhappy, and it made him restless.*

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El gatito que trajo mi hermano se convirtió en chico

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