You get downstairs to find your mother in with a rock in her hand and a small black crater on the table. ''Mom, what happened?'' you ask, looking around the room. ''I think I just made a wishing stone,'' she answered. Not believing her, you argue with her about whether or not she was saying the truth. After a long time of debating, your mother finally says, ''You know how I'm going to prove it to you? I wish...
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