Childhood Memories (Grandma)

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After walking in the fields for some time, she makes it to her destination. The forest, a dark and gloomy place filled with trees to make a plentiful supply of wood for a couple of weeks. Her mom yells, "I'm going to harvest the crops" and grabs some tools and goes off to the fields...
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After walking in the fields for some time, she makes it to her destination. The forest, a dark and gloomy place filled with trees to make a plentiful supply of wood for a couple of weeks. Her mom yells, "I'm going to harvest the crops" and grabs some tools and goes off to the fields...
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