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My Digimon Is an Immortal Freak of Nature and I Don’t Know How to Handle It

When I was seven years old, I kept a Greymon alive for thirty days. This was a big deal for both myself and the rest of the schoolyard, because back then, successful Digimon-rearing came down to sheer unadulterated blind luck (as opposed to actual motherly care and/or strategy). The sparsely-populated desert wasteland…

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