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She lost her balance and before she knew it, she slipped out onto the grass outside with a soft thump. Normally, she’d be a little scared to be outside at night by herself, but not on this night. The moon was full and the backyard was filled with a soft blue light.

So, She stood, brushed herself off, and tiptoed across the yard to the big oak tree. The only sounds she could hear were crickets and her own breath. The dewy grass made the feet of her footy pajamas damp, but she didn’t mind— this was too exciting.

 

 

 

 

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