"This one didn't turn out right," you say
squinting, even though you're standing right in front of it.
squinting, even though you're standing right in front of it.
"I think it's broken," you say.
You nudge it in the ribs.
"Give it a minute," I snap,
pulling you backwards.
"Be patient.
It might be about to do something."
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