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He took a stone and turned it a few times in his hand as if searching for markings. Tossing that one in the water, he moved to find another pebble. Stubby fingers caressed the beach and picked a new stone. He didn't pick a piece of green glass made murky by grinding. He avoided a few flat stones and that chunky one, deciding to go with simply a smooth pebble. As if there was never before ever another pebble, he excitedly brought it up almost to his nosetip, giving it close inspection from all sides. Not because he wasn't happy with the way it looked, nor because it didn't have the markings. He was simply dissatisfied with the shape. So the stone flew into the water, as if he wanted to say 'that's where YOU belong'. He was already on to hunting for new stone, twiddling his chubby fingers.