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Phone rings, “Hi, grandpa!”
“Hello, Jack.”
“Can you tell me a story from your childhood? I need it for a school project.”
“Of course, I´ll give you a magical one! It took place many, many years ago. When I was little, I used to spend most of my summers at my grandparents’ place. It wasn’t anything special, yet to this day it holds a special place in my heart. What I’ll never forget is that my grandparents had a closet, but it wasn’t an ordinary one. I was a small boy, and the closet looked quite giant to me, the wooden, ornamented doors covered in blue scratches of paint and rusty metal handles. What made this closet stand out is that it had magic in every single piece of clothing it held. I recall seeing a rust-coloured skirt with marigold patterns and thinking how good my mom used to look in it, so I decided to try the skirt on. When I closed the closet’s door, I noticed that the paint wasn’t scratched off anymore, it looked brand new, and there wasn’t anything inside. Exiting the closet, I saw that everything was coloured differently and there was music coming from downstairs. When I got there, I saw a group of people singing, playing drums and guitars. Everyone suddenly looked at me.”
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