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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