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Then one day Hans stops feeding the toad. He stops feeding his toad, because he’s dead.

Its eyes grow sleepy as it glowers at her.

It is losing interest.

One day Amelia daringly tries a bit of glitter on her fingernails and she looks up at the toad and the toad, it doesn’t even seem to care.

“See?” she says. She brandishes them at the toad. She can’t help it. It’s been serving as her superego all her life and her brain really can’t help running potential issues past the toad. “See? Glitter!”

The toad weightily turns away.

It drags itself out of her field of view.

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