Schreiben Sie eine kleine Geschichte darüber, wie der Stein am gleichen Ort liegt. Geschichte sollte dramatisch und ironisch zugleich sein (z.B., die häufigsten Dinge sollten durch große Errungenschaften oder Tragödien hervorgehoben werden)
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