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“Alright, kids. So here go the prizes,” I remarked. “Give Uncle a few minutes, please,” I stated, stood up, and left for my private room. 

I returned in a shot while folding my hand with something in it.

“So the prize you win lies in your hands; you’re the one to choose,” I stated.

“So what do we have to do, Uncle?” Liam asked.

“I’m going to open my palm to you, and there are papers in it, and the prizes are written on them,” I replied.

“Okay, how do we go about that?” Amelia asked with curiousity on her face.

“You will pick the papers one after...