"This thing is worthless," I think to myself, tossing the toy into the trash compacter. I sigh with frustration, disappointed I couldn't use it the way I wanted.
I go out to the front porch, and sift through the mail "Bill, bill, 'You may have already won...', yeah, right." I go back inside, tossing the mail on the nearest table. "That was a complete waste of time," I think to myself.
I head back into the kitchen to find one of my younger sister's friends holding the toy gun. The two girls have been friends since the first grade. They're both 11 years old now. She's busy fiddling with the controls, turning the knobs back and forth. I chuckle to myself, knowing it's just a toy and go over to the coffee pot to pour myself a cup of coffee.
Suddenly, the gun goes off, striking the kitchen table. The two of us watch in amazement as the table shrinks down to a couple of inches tall. I approach the table, picking it up to inspect it. It's just like it's always been, only smaller. I set it back down on the floor and stand back up to find my sister's friend pointing the gun at me.
"Ashley, what are you doing?" I ask, backing away slowly. The eleven year-old smiled deviously up at me.
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