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Wishing Well

The boys ran down the hill to the old well. One boy was tall with short brown hair and freckles, while the other was short and portly.

“So,” said the fat boy. “Are you going to make a wish?”

The taller one swiveled on the spot to face the fat boy. He stayed focused on the piggish face of the boy while he fished a coin out of his pocket.

“Well, are you going to make a-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the taller boy tossed a coin behind his back and into the well, closed his eyes, and wished the fat boy away.

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