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my sister and the drone
there is a drone in a transparent jar
on the stool
my sister is watching him intently
her cheeks raised and teeth glittering
she scrutinizes as it flaps while climbing
it crawls up and pauses midway
it takes quick breathe,
pumps its abdomen and pulls up again
its almost leaving the jar when...
my sister chuckles and vibrates the jar
with her little finger
the drone crumbles and falls on its back
its feathery wings stuck at the bottom
and feet kicks the air.
my sister burst out laughing...and... stops
the drone is turning over
heading for the dry corner of the jah..
my sister rolls her eyes and waits...
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