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Bart was finally done getting the sand for the sand-table he'd built for Tim's birthday. Towards the end, he hadn't thought he'd make it. The last bucket had weighed several orders of magnitude more than each of the ones before it, but he'd managed. Barely.
After tilting the last bit into the deep box, he found himself sitting on the floor of the room, his back against one of the legs, head tilted back and eyes closed. Now, Bart could rest. The present was finished. He just had to 'give' it to his friend.
After tilting the last bit into the deep box, he found himself sitting on the floor of the room, his back against one of the legs, head tilted back and eyes closed. Now, Bart could rest. The present was finished. He just had to 'give' it to his friend.