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“I’ve been hit!” he cried. Yet he didn’t fall. He just kept on stretching for the sunlight while his tree-blood clotted up the hole and kept the worst of the bugs out. A few years later only the tiniest of scars were visible, and he had acres of sunlight to himself.

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