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I paddle closer, eyes peeled. Water’s calm, but my heart’s racin’. Saw this gal—human, obvi—leanin’ by a boat. Looked lonely, like Ennis in the movie, all quiet and broodin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is she…? Nah, can’t be.” But then she winks! Holy moly, I nearly croaked—literally! Ribbit goes wild in my throat. “This could be my shot,” I mutter, “but what’s a frog gonna do with *that*?”

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I sip my coffee, and life feels good again. I sit outside, watching the world go by. Westervoort is beautiful, man. The trees on De Laarstraat are turning colors, and the air smells like autumn. I see my neighbor, Mr. van Dijk, walking his dog. He waves, and I wave back. It’s the little things, ya know?

Fig. 2. Dorsal view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...