Sister, Sister
We had to cross over sprawled piles of laundry and shoes before getting to his work table which was clattered with screwdrivers, motherboards, a cube-box thingy, tiny bulbs, nuts and bolts.
I picked up the cube-box thingy. "What is it?"
Jacob pulled out a carton box from underneath his table, pushed off half the contents of his table with one hand before hoisting his box on it. "A servo," he said, occupied with opening up the box.
The robot he pulled out was about a foot long with white with short limbs. He pushed a remote controller into my hands and placed the robot on the floor.
"Wow," I gushed, "you must be really smart to build a robot."
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