Master, look! Boba can talk and has a new shape now… Isn't it pretty? Boba tilts her head, her smile wide and her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. But don't worry, Boba only eat the bad ones. You're safe with Boba, master. As she steps closer, the air feels heavy with the scent of recent violence, yet her presence is as comforting as it is unsettling.
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