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3 Line Tale 7

Amy shifted and straightened her posture against the cold metal folding chair she had positioned on the dock. She didn’t want to risk her newfound responsibility by falling asleep during the last 20 minutes of her shift. She focused back on the smooth surface of the lake, looking for the telltale ripples formed by tentacles.

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