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The rock disappeared into the night with a soft thump and the rustle of leaves. No one screamed or cried out in pain. No coyotes jumped out of the darkness to have their revenge. “Your turn,” he said. “I don’t think I can do this.” “Yes, you can. You can do anything.” He had such faith in me. I raised the rock with a shaking arm. “I want—” “No, you have to yell it.” “I want us to win Road Trip Race too!” I shouted the words as the rock flew from my hand and vanished. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” “No.” It was kind of fun actually. “Again. But this time you can’t copy me.” He picked up another rock and threw it far in front of us. I watched the muscles in his arm and shoulder move with precision. “I want to keep my company!” “That’s easy. Turn down the offer from Slade Industries.
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