Simone played with little B in the sandbox of the school yard. Together, they made sandcastles and destroyed them.
A little boy approached them, his hand clasped shut. He moved his hand forward, gazing expectantly at Simone. Simone opened her palm and extended it toward the boy. He dropped the rock in Simone's hand.
"Wow," murmured Simone. "That's a really pretty rock." They admired the rock for a few moments.
"I have lots of really nice rocks at my house," said the little boy.
He paused for a moment then smiled beguilingly at Simone. "Wanna come over to my house?"
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