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The little children gathered around Granny’s rocking chair in the cozy, warm glow of the evening. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, and Granny, wrapped in her favorite knitted shawl, looked at them with a soft, nostalgic smile in her eyes. Her silver hair was pulled back into a tidy bun, and her wrinkled hands rested gently on her lap as she began to speak in that familiar, sing-songy tone that

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