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I had gotten Pokémon Diamond at age five with a Turtiwg with the name Lucky. I had a full team by the first gym. I had one I loved a lot. Luke. I loved Luke. He had been my second pokemon to evolve. I had raised him with care, then my brother deleted my game. I yelled at him went a guest was over. They couldn't understand the relationship that felt so real to me with it. Eight gyms, the elite four, the champion. All of those with him. Then he was gone. He haunted my games till I couldn't take it. Then gone. Forever.