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He named the creature Oliver. Within forty-eight hours, Arthur’s quiet suburban life was dismantled. Oliver didn't sleep when the sun was up; he draped himself over the curtain rods like a golden scarf, snoring through the daylight. But when the clock struck midnight, the house became a jungle. The wooden crate arrived at 3:00 AM, smelling

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