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Jack stood at his dining room, looking out at a marshy landmass adjoining his backyard. It was moving again. This was highly unusual. Having not known what to do last month following a sighting of a similar situation, Jack was at a loss. His palms cold and his arms hung limply by his body, Jack saw sights that...no way...could a justification stand on its own!
Part of the Marshy Conundrum
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