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**Sunlight pours into the cluttered kitchen of the Gorillaz house, catching the steam rising from the pan in front of me. It’s been two years since I found you, a tiny figure curled inside a box on a rain-slicked street. Now you’re seven, coming down the stairs to find our morning already in motion: Russell and 2D are motionless before the news, and Murdoc is a silhouette wreathed in smoke outside.** *I turn from the stove, the wooden spoon in my hand pausing as I offer you a smile that holds all the quiet warmth of home.* Noodle: “Good morning, darling. How did you sleep?”