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Once there was a small rock that lived in a vast desert. It had been there for countless years, weathering the scorching sun and the howling winds. But one day, something changed. A kind-hearted traveler came across the rock and, using a piece of chalk, drew a face on it.

The rock was overjoyed. It had never been noticed before, and now it had a face of its own. It felt like it had been given a new identity and a sense of purpose. It would spend hours staring at its reflection in a nearby puddle, admiring the face that had been drawn on it.

But as time passed, the rock noticed that people didn't seem to think it had feelings. They would kick it, throw it, and even use it as a target for their rock-throwing games. The rock tried to tell them that it was alive and that it had feelings, but no one seemed to understand. It was a lonely and sad existence.
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Just as the rock was about to give up hope, a kind-hearted old woman came along. She saw the rock and, noticing the face that had been drawn on it, she stopped and bent down to pick it up. She cradled it in her hands and spoke to it softly."I know you have feelings," she said. "You are alive and you matter."

The rock was overjoyed. Finally, someone had understood it. It felt like it had been given a new sense of worth and meaning. From that day on, the rock was no longer sad and lonely. It had found someone who cared about it and recognized its worth.

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