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The bird let out a slow duck quack. It sounded like a duck, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a duck that was not a duck. This looked like a duck, like most of the Mud People's ducks. But this was no duck. This was evil manifest. Post a comment in response: |
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