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Footprint
He wanted to believe it was, but right before he decided to turn back and tell Lisa the inconclusive news, he noticed something. His fingers flipped through parts of a bush and pushed the leaves to one side. And there it was. In the muddy soil that lay beneath him was a footprint. It had rained harshly the days before, and it made the print clear as day.
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