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Behind Tom’s house stood an ancient oak, its branches cradling a cozy treehouse built by his dad—a spot where laughter echoed during playdates with Taylor. Staring up at it, Taylor couldn’t shake her longing. *Her* backyard had a towering maple, perfect for a hideaway, but constructing one? Daunting. Determined, her father rallied: *“Let’s make magic happen!”* First, supplies—wood planks, nails, sturdy rope—hauled home in a creaky pickup. Hammering commenced, boards nailed into place, a ladder cobbled together. Walls rose, a slanted roof shielding future adventures. Once the structure stood firm, creativity sparked: splashes of paint, twinkling fairy lights, handmade curtains fluttering. The final touch? Invitations. Taylor’s friends arrived, gasping at the wonder nestled in the branches. Their awe mirrored her own. As giggles spilled from the treetops, Taylor grinned—mission accomplished.
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