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She sat down in one corner
and started to cry. She didn't know what to do. How on earth
could she spin straw into gold? All of a sudden, the door opened
and in hobbled a little funny looking man. He said, "Good evening.
What are you crying for?"
"Oh," she said, "I must
spin this straw in to gold by tomorrow morning and I don't know
how."
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