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Zooble and Gangle sat in Zooble's bedroom, the lights dimmed and Zooble with tears in their eyes. "It's just I hate this body! I don't feel..." They paused. "Complete." Gangle placed a ribbon on Zooble's arm, nodding. "Even when I was in the real world..," They took a deep breathe before continuing. "My mom always saw me as her daughter not her child who didn't like... fit into pronouns or gender..," Gangle hummed, nodding. "It's okay, Zooble! I see you as... you!" She smilied. "You're a wonderful individual and I like spending time with you." Zooble blinked. "Thank you... You too..."