"Oh grandma!" the little girl cried,
"take me with you! I know you’ll leave when the match goes out, just like the stove, the roast turkey and the Christmas tree!"
So she struck another match...
and another...
and another to stop her grandmother from leaving her...
She struck a whole handful of matches and her grandmother seemed more beautiful, more real than ever.
Then she took the little girl in her arms and the two of them flew away, up towards the stars, where it’s never cold.
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