He came up with a whole avalanche of rocks, a classroom set of scissors, and enough paper to make a fleet of airplanes. “I told you,” he said sadly. “I always—” His face morphed to confusion. “What is that you made?” “A gun,” I told him, showing him my finger gun. It was a trick Paul Blofis had pulled on me, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “A gun beats anything.”
Hehe haha
