Dr. Fortin smiled and slowly removed the cast. She ran a finger down Mohawk's back. I looked at our little frog and I thought of how I loved that little guy, the stripe down his back, the way he let us pet him.
Grey smiled at me. I ignored my blushing cheeks as Dr. Fortin handed me the frog. I kissed his head gently. The cold, slightly clammy flesh sent small goosebumps up my spine, but I kissed the frog anyway before raising my hands up to eye level.
"Hey hot shot! You got your cast off little one," I cooed.
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