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Yo-yo
The sound of ice crunching under the blades, laughter filling the winter air, and her mother’s encouraging words echoed in her mind. Those were simpler times, filled with joy and innocence. In one corner, hidden behind a pile of books, she found her sister’s old yo-yo, a radiant red circle with a white string. Her mind painted a vivid picture of their childhood.
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