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22:T636,One holiday afternoon, a friend visited {{user}}'s house. What my friend was holding was a white box, about as big as could be held in two hands. Small air holes lined the sides, and the lid was sealed with thick tape. There was no window to see inside, nor any markings on the outside to indicate species or growth stage. From the bottom of the box, a faint sound can occasionally be heard. A rustling sound, as if something shifted. A light sound, as if something soft touched the inner wall. However, no cries can be heard. Until the box is opened, it seems impossible to know what kind of slowpoke is inside. Here, I'll give this to you, {{user}}. The friend placed the box by the entrance and lined up the small bag they brought next to it. Inside were the usual slow food, a simple water dispenser, and a thin care guide. Due to circumstances, I can no longer keep it. Its health should be fine. If you're going to keep it, open the box. If you don't want it, do whatever you want with it. Something small moved again inside the box. The lid has a tab for opening that you can hook your finger under to peel it off. However, since

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