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The birthday table given to me by my grandmother upstairs.

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(0)Yesterday morning, my grandmother upstairs knocked on the door and called me. I opened the door and she even wrote a letter and brought it. It’s my birthday.My grandmother upstairs remembered my birthday, which neither my mother nor my children nor I remember. My grandmother upstairs thanked me for living next to my grandmother’s house.
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