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piece of paper with a target drawn on it in lipstick. She
tacked the paper to the fence separating her place from
Mrs. Crabby’s. She loaded the gun, pumped it up, and
started firing. At first she was lucky if she hit the fence,
let alone the paper. But soon she was making a small
ring right around the center. Eventually she could fire
the full distance of her yard and nail the bullseye every
time. The gun had some power, and the pellets ended
up shredding the paper, along with the old weathered
boards it was tacked to.

Then she used other things: old newspapers, cans,
and other little things she could find in the garage. I
wanted a shot at it, but she informed me that she
couldn’t afford to “waste ammo,” though I felt she was
doing a pretty good job of that herself. She also noticed
that I hadn’t made much progress on the grass because I
kept watching her shoot. She made a deal with me that
if I could get the third side done before my dad came to
get me, she would give me five shots, so I worked

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