"Hey what's that?," Dylan turns around and sees his best friend Tim approaching. Tim is pretty short, which many kids make fun of, and he is a year older than Dylan. They'd been friends ever since Tim moved into the neighborhood. He is pretty grown-up for his age and talks a lot about girls, boobs and boners and stuff. Dylan knew close to nothing about the subjects and only nodded during those conversations.
"Wow! You playing with a toygun? I thought those were for babies from the first grade," Dylan begins to explain what happened. The short boy listens, frowning. "You're kidding right? If it's real I want to test it," Tim reaches out and tries to pull the gun from his friend's hands. "No way! I found it first!," they start to struggle for it.
"Give it to me! I'm the oldest and smartest!," though Tim is short, but he isn't weak."I'm the largest and it's my house!," somehow one of the boys hit the trigger and the gun fires.
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