We are so bad that our mother takes away our video games, our phones. She throws our DVDs in a trash bag, stuffs them into the trunk of her car, and slams it so hard we hear some of the plastic cases breaking. She unplugs our computer monitor and takes it to work with her. We watch her heave it into the back seat, where it sits like a fat, sad baby when she drives away.We are so bored that we decide to go with Sandy to the baseball field. After lunch we push each other in his room as Sandy stuffs his bats and balls and glove into a New York Yankees duffel bag.
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