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The frogs were disappearing.
She walked into my office late one day and brought trouble
with her. The first thing I noticed were her legs. They were long. Come to think of it
they were green, too, with funny little webbed feet. She looked at me with those big
bulging eyes and I knew she needed help. I took her arm and hopped her over to a chair.
Her skin was moist. She told me her offspring were missing . . . all three thousand of
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