The playground buzzed with the happy chaos of children playing. Swings creaked rhythmically, the metal chains singing a high-pitched song. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the faint, sweet scent of the blooming honeysuckle climbing the fence. Lily, small for her age with bright, curious eyes and two bouncy pigtails, loved the merry-go-round best. She loved the dizzy feeling and the way the world blurred into a swirl of colors.

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