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... to pull back, but the damn toad was twice his weight, and its tongue, well, it had to have some sort of magical effect because it wouldn’t loosen its sticky grip. When he found himself losing the tug of war, he slammed his staff into the rubbery pink flesh, hoping to knock it loose, but only managed to get it caught in the sticky slime coating its surface. “Son of a bitch!” Darren yelled, a note of hysteria tinging his voice. He bunched his legs and, with everything he could muster, leaped backw ...
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