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he bottom of the pit smelled like the dank swamp. Two faint shapes could be seen at the bottom. Gators, all spikes and scales and teeth.
Those hate filled beady eyes perched above row after row of gleaming teeth and crushing jaws.
These two gators wait for their meal. Don't keep them waiting.
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