One warm sunny morning, a little girl dressed in red held a spool of thread in her hand tied to a kite. She ran against the breeze as fast as her little legs could carry, her hand raised, holding the kite. She let go the kite and it flew in the air. Up and higher and higher it flew, till the thread couldn't bear the tension anymore and it snapped.
She stopped abruptly with a smile on her face and saw her kite fly away.
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