When Abby realized her mother wasn’t paying attention anymore, she stopped playing and slowly approached the shed. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she reached out her hand for the handle and pushed it down.
But the door wouldn’t budge. It was locked. But Abby wasn’t going to give up. She knew the gardening tools were inside the shed, so she went inside the house and asked her mother something with mischievous, sparkling eyes.
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