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The neighbors began to whisper. They saw Arthur at the 24-hour grocery store at 4:00 AM, his arms covered in scratches, buying out the entire stock of figs and mangoes. He looked disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, yet there was a strange spark in them that hadn't been there during his "beige" years. buy kinkajou

The wooden crate arrived at 3:00 AM, smelling of damp earth and overripe papayas. Arthur, a man whose life had previously been defined by spreadsheets and beige curtains, pried the lid open with a crowbar. Inside, two amber eyes reflected the dim garage light. “A very loud bird,” the officer noted, eyeing