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hard to see the shine (sols)

“Mom, do you have a flashlight I can borrow? I lost my Beyblade in the basement,” Sam called clomping up the basement steps. I handed over my phone and he quickly tap-tap-tapped to the flashlight app. He wiggled the phone, trying to spot the beam in the kitchen where the afternoon sun streamed in. “It’s not working,” he said. “Are you sure? I left the half chopped broccoli and bent down beside him. He wiggled the phone again, attempting to spot the beam. “May I see it?” I asked. “Just… Read more hard to see the shine (sols)