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Text: The weasel finally left. Sprout took another look at the babies trembling in cold and in hunger. She felt pity for a fellow mother. A mother who ran through the dark fields; a mother who had to return quickly to her still-blind babies, who couldn't survive if she wasn't as swift as the wind; a mother who was a bone-weary, one-eyed hunter. Each paragraph will be a test.

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