The little girl yawned as she tried to turn the next page. But eventually, she fell asleep. She slept for many, many years. The book started growing vines out of the center of the book . As she slept eternally, the vines grew more wild and more wild. They slowly started to wrap around the small little girl, and many, many, MANY years, no DECADES later, the poor little girl woke up screaming as the vines from the book were strangling her, tightly wrapped.
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