Saying goodbye

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The next morning, Dr. Sharma arrived with special equipment—a satellite tag, gentle restraints, and a large portable tank for transport. John sat beside Marvin’s pool, whispering quiet apologies and memories.
Marvin responded with a slow swirl of tentacles, pressing gently against the glass. “It’s okay, Marvin,” John whispered. “You’re going home.”
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