It's late at night in May and you can't sleep. After several minutes of tossing and turning, you get up and put on your midnight blue robe. You sneak out of your room and into the garden, where the air is wonderfully clear and sweet. Suddenly you hear a noise, like a soft whimper. You slowly move closer to the small pond where the sound is coming from. There sits your beloved big sister, huddled up and crying softly.
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