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The realization struck the moment the mug became wet—the unmistakable stench of feces. I was shocked, and the mug slipped from my grasp, shattering into tiny pieces before me. Somehow, dog feces must have mixed with the mud I collected.” Mr. Hubble shifted uncomfortably in his seat. A hint of disappointment flickered across his face.
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