Crocodile pond

The crocodiles snapped their fangs hungrily, gazing up longingly at Ginny.

Ginny was as pale as the belly, of a fish. Logan had never seen anyone so frightened in his life.

Scar grew a crocodile pond. He never knew scar had a crocodile pond until he mentioned he wanted to derive information from Ginny.

Scar suggested the crocodile pond. He always had a thing for crocodiles.

That was what led them to this very moment.

Ginny yelled at Logan. "Let me out of this thing. Let me out."

Logan didn't say anything. Even her voice sounded like a dying frog.

"I've got a few questions for you, buster," Logan said, pointing at the muscular dude. " What's your name?"

"Clive!" He said, raising his voice so Logan could hear him clearly. "My name's Clive."

Scar had ordered someone to bring a chair for Logan.

Logan wandered over to the fancy cushioned chair and settled down on it.

"Clive, huh," he crossed his legs, eyeing him dangerously. "That's a nice name. Now listen to me, Clive. I want you t

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