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At that time, I was very wronged. I was speaking up for my grandfather, after all.,When I was eight years old, that year, my grandmother passed away.,That was a day in early spring. As usual, grandma sat under the big tree in the garden, enjoying afternoon tea made by grandpa. Grandma loved that rocking chair most of all; it was placed under the big tree. When she got tired, she would lie down for a little nap.。

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