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Ochaco's forest training wasn't going any better as it didn't take long  before she was up to her chest in the thick, gooey grasp of the  quicksand.  She made the half-hearted attempt to push herself out with  her arms, only for them to get stuck in the morass themselves, taking  every ounce of strength she has just to lift them up even slightly.  As  the mud crept up her chest and pushed her breasts upward, her hopes for  both escape and a passing grade only descended. 

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