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Little Arjun had a special gift. His energy was like tiny, happy sparkles, always dancing and humming inside him. Sometimes, his sparkly energy would zoom and zoom, making it hard to sit still. But it was a kind, gentle sparkle, full of warmth and cheer.
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One sunny morning, the monsoon clouds, usually fluffy and grey, were nowhere to be found. The sun shone hot and bright. The village missed the soft pitter-patter rain, and the thirsty plants wished for a drink. The air felt quiet, too quiet without the coming rain.
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