Cuga, the name itself sounds like something fuzzy, maybe something with teeth, a stuffed animal or a real one. The name Cuga brings to mind something entirely different than William, that being far too conventional for anything real. So, Cuga. It’s good, fitting really. Despite my distaste for most human nicknames, Cuga doesn’t bother me. Maybe it’s the animal thing, I, by far prefer creatures to humans. They’re usually sweeter in nature, more basic, yet far more complex than most people. So, Cuga, Sgt. William, Cugajoevsky. I spoke with him yesterday.

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