She found a pebble with a flat surface. With a skilled flick of the wrist, the pebble went spinning through the air and bounced three times before sinking.
“I spent hours trying to perfect that,” Julia said.
While grabbing another projectile the wind picked up. She sighed, unimpressed that her bit of fun was cut short. Never changes… never fails.
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