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I was always annoyed with my Grandpa’s big sneeze. They were big with a capital B! One day when I was drawing, one of them suddenly hit me. ACHOO!! Everything flew up in the air. My crayons got scattered and my picture was gone. That was it! I was angry and told him how much I hated his sneezes. But he made excuses saying that his sneezes were extra special. How special could they be? He said that he could shake apples off a tree with one sneeze. Or he could scare off anything trying to attack us. He boasted that he could even take both of us up into the high skies. So I dared him. ACHOO! And he really went up high, so much so that I lost sight of him. Grandpaaaaaa! Where did he go? Was he going to be alright?

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