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OT 4

He dug furiously into the dark inner folds of once vibrant skin. His hand and fingers flexed feverishly, searching for the glorious innards that the hunt would reward him with.

Minutes passed by. Still, the crafty beast revealed nothing, holding onto its treasure with a herculean grasp. He dug harder.

Finally, he found the illusive leafy greens.

“Fuck you wallet, I’ll decide how I spend my money!”

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