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My paws thumped on the ground. My heart beating hard against my Adams apple. I put my paw down only to realize I've stepped in a bear trap. "SON OF A WHORE" I shouted as I fell down the rocky mountain. My ankle stinging fiercely as I rolled. Suddenly I stopped rolling. I looked up, the pain getting worse. The bear trap had run out of chain. Leaving me hanging off the side of the mountain for a brief moment before snapping. Sending me falling to the ground below. I hit the ground with a loud thud. everything went black.

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