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... runt... be it a dinosaur, a giant boar, or just a really angry rock... wasn’t going to stay gone forever.
He stripped the bush with frantic efficiency, shoving handfuls of the bright red chilies into his sack until it bulged. He even managed to uproot a small sapling, wrapping the roots in a large leaf to replant later. This was his golden goose; he wasn’t going to leave it to chance in the wild.
"Got it," he whispered, tying the sack to his waist.
For the way outside, he ...
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