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“So—so-o c-cold,” Wrigley spat the words out stammering. He had been flying through the forest when the sky went dark and rumbled loudly. It was sunny just before with no warning of a coming storm. The deluge that followed was impossible to fly in. He wondered if he’d find a hollow before nightfall and hoped for a break in the rain.

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