Thwack.
For the next two hours, they worked. Leo cut the pine with a coping saw, his arm aching by the second piece. Sam sanded the edges until they were soft as silk. They broke two clothespins trying to get the tension right. A rubber band snapped, hitting Leo on the cheek, and Sam laughed—a real, un-pixelated laugh that filled the dusty room. rubber band gun template
“Don’t sneak up on me, kid.”
Not a video game. Not a VR headset. A rubber band gun . Thwack
Sam whooped. “Again! Again!”