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  • When the little boy asked whether I could make him a sword, I said "Sure!" without thinking.

    While I twisted the balloon into shape, its agonizing squeaks got me thinking about what swords are used for, and whether I wanted to make one for this little boy, who would probably use it immediately to attack his brother.

    But he wanted the sword.

    Sure enough, as soon as it was in his hand, he sliced off his brother's leg. His brother hopped around until the boy touched the sword to his brother's chest, proclaiming that the sword was now a magic wand capable of re-growing legs.

    Shortly thereafter, the sword popped, and I was busy again.
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