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... winter was definitely not a pleasant experience.
Squatting down, he thrust his fingers into the muddy ground, clenched tightly, and pulled with force.
It was slightly painful.
Even weeding required some technique; otherwise, the saw-like leaves would cut the palms of your hands, and in such weather, an injury meant sickness, sickness meant loss of the ability to work, and that wasn’t far from death.
Ludo, squatting, was busy along the road, his dwarfish stature ev ...
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