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The frog, his skin a mottled mix of green and brown, sat on a large rock protruding from the middle of the pond. As the sun sank low in the sky destined to cross the horizon, the frog let out a mournful croak and then another, his song one of sorrow and heartbreak. There used to be a time when his heart was so full of love he feared it might burst, but too much time had passed, the memories of those days fading a little more each daybreak. How much longer did he have left until he forgot completely?
