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Chapter FIfty-two. Fun in the sun.
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... and rancid smells of the swamp permeated the air, clinging to him like an oily film, filling his nose with the scent of stagnant, brackish water, and decaying vegetable matter, with just a hint of rotten meat.
It was warm, almost hot, and very, very humid.
Mere seconds had passed, and Bob was already sweating.
The light was dim, and the swamp seemed to consist of tiny pieces of soil where mangroves clung to life, only to be choked by vines. Sunken logs jutted out of the ...
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