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A frog almost the exact same shade of green-brown as the swamp water sat at her feet, regarding her with bulging eyes. “That’s right. Stare. Go ahead, it doesn’t hurt my feelings.”
Claire blushed. “I’m sorry. I just never met a talking frog before.”
“Toad,” the amphibian corrected. “I’m a toad. Princes get turned into frogs. Dragons and lawyers get turned into toads.”
Claire drew back. “You’re not a lawyer, are you?”
“No. And that’s the only thing that keeps me going.”