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The frogs . . .
There were some itty-bitty fingernail-sized frogs on my windshield the other morning. I didn't see them until after I started driving. Two jumped off mid-drive. The other hung on, but he wasn't still on my car (that I could see) when I went to go home. I would have taken him right back where he came from, but I'm sure he's happily hopping around some wet, unmowed grass somewhere by now.
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