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 I died the day Maggie was eaten. I thought I'd never be the same. Maggie, my meowclops. The one who had taken care of me while I was weakest, the one who was blind. She never saw the turmaculus coming, and it was my fault for reacting so slow. For months it seemed I was overcome by grief. I stayed in my room, breaking everything I could find, and breaking the pieces until they were nothing but dust. Screaming at the walls and shadows, fighting with my brothers. Then Ck left. Ck, who before, had been my closest friend besides Maggie. He left me a note, telling me how much he wanted the old me back. How even though Maggie was gone, Dribbles, that annoying pickle of a petpet, was still here. It took me a long time to calm myself enough to realize that he was right. And now I'm starting to move on. Before it all happened, I was a happy moehog. The first darigan moehog in neopia. Maggie hadn't been afraid of me, she'd loved me for who I was, because she couldn't see my terrifying exterior. She'd protected me from even the most dangerous of battledome opponents, though she couldn't see. Even while I was under the lab ray she was beside me, encouraging me, comforting me. And I cared for my family, the way she cared for me. I took care of Cyburill, while Zero was out. Had civilized conversations with Lod and Ck. We'd been a functional family. But then I made a foolish mistake. Ck tried to tell me it wasn't my fault, they all did. But deep down, I know it's all my fault for driving them all insane. I know I can't make it up to them, but I would only cause them more grief if I left. So I stay, and try to continue pulling myself together, to somehow make amends for what I've done to them.
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