If the pebbles are roughly the same size, color, and shape, it's ironically more fun. I pick up a rough one with a stripe of slight blue and cry out for sheer joy. My sister turns it over and doesn't even notice the stripe. Meanwhile, my little brother picks up three nearly-identical pebbles- small, dark and smooth. He tucks them into a pouch he hangs at his waist with one whispered word: Ammunition.

And his magic eludes me.

People... they're a lot like pebbles...

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