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... hand in front of his face.
The dusty trail was a nightmare. Every step felt like walking barefoot across broken glass, and for a frog with three stubby green toes? It was even worse. Sharp little pebbles dug into the soft pads of his feet, each stab a personal insult from the canyon itself. Every few meters he’d let out another hiss of pain, followed by more complaints and a few creative curses about how this whole place was trying to murder him one rock shard at a time.
With one ...
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