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***CLAP***

The Caleb's aim was dead-on as his hand came down with a loud smack over the tiny bug. He could feel it immediately crunch beneath his palm as it slapped down onto the flat wooden surface.

"Gotcha~.." The ten year old whispered to himself vacantly.

Lifting and turning his hand over, Caleb gave his palm a brief glance.

The boy grimaced as he stared at the splattered remains of the tiny bug on his hand. He proceeded to wipe the small mess onto his shorts before returning to his game.
End Of Story