Oust I first bumped against a little young tadpole after I was let free. He looked a bit lost in the obscurity of life. Neither of us knew how to swim, and we were contemplating our first move, that's when several other tadpoles like him and I; were showered on us like a midnight summer rain. Hot; fresh and burning. My little tail got entangled with a few other tadpoles the only arm I had then; which allowed me to swim. Without wasting a moment;...
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