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There was once a little girl named the 5th of July. Her father was the 4th of July and had made a big name for himself in the market of 1776. Little 5th was surrounded by impressive things: firecrackers that made a big, big noise; beautiful sparklers; and important Roman candles.
Big 4th married his daughter to 1929, a promising new year, but then a bad, bad thing happened. 1929 was hurt in a terrible crash and couldn't work any more. This meant that 5th had to take care of her family. She was used to the Roman candles, and did not like to take care of just an everyday family, so she continued to try to surround herself with what she had had as a little girl. She tried very hard to be the 4th of July, but this was impossible, and pretending only made it worse. She gossiped
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