Meredith picked up a smooth stone from the river bed.
“It’s not like we know nothing,” she says. “For instance, this stone became smooth by tumbling in the stream. We can carbon date it to know the age, and located rocks like it for where it originated.”
“That rock came from my bedroom,” her son says. “I threw it away just now.”
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