cReEpIng aNd
CrAwLiNg
kEePinG cloSe
tO tHe gRouNd
PAuSinG aNd
moVinG
aNd LOokiNg
ArOunD
HuGgiNg ThE
CoVEr aNd
sLiPpiNg unDeR
a GaTe
tHe C@ cOmEs
hOmE
noT a
sEcOnD
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