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Once,I hadafriend.
S h e a r r i v e d o u t o f n o w h e r e o n e d a y.
Iasked whereshe’dco mefro m,butshejustdidn’tknow.
Shestayedwith meand,everyday,weshared
a picnic onthe bigrocklooking out overtheforest.
