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The mountain called out

The mountain called out, “I am Watco, I am Watco”. It breathed spoke it’s name over and over. It had been asleep for a long, long time.

The mountain called out, “I am Watco, I am Watco”. It breathed spoke it’s name over and over. It had been asleep for a long, long time.

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