"Hey, Misha! Do you want to go shopping for a birthday present for Will with me?" Paige asked Misha, a dark-haired boy.
"I'm sorry I can't. I've got to recycle the refrigerator," Misha replied. Paige blinked.
"What?"
"I need to recycle the refrigerator," Misha repeated, and Paige shook her head.
"That seems like it might be a little tough—with how much refrigerators... weigh," Paige said, trying explain her thought process, but Misha waved a hand.
"It's honestly not that bad, but if you want help the next time you need to recycle the refrigerator, I can help you," Misha said, but Paige held up her hands.
"Oh, um, my dad—yeah my dad usually does it, so I don't think he'll need help!" Paige said, and Misha nodded.
"But Misha, if you end up finishing your chores early, you should come with me to the store!" Paige said enthusiastically.
"I have a present for Will already, but I can help you pick out something if you want," Misha offered, and Paige smiled.
"I'll think about it," she said, and Misha nodded before the two parted ways.
Misha then went home and recycled the refrigerator and wrapped Will's birthday present.
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MISHA | ✓
Short StoryThe story of Misha and his ridiculous amount of ridiculous chores.
