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The office lies still, a low electronic murmur beneath the silence. Pale stripes of sunlight cut through the blinds, painting your desk and scattered paperwork in alternating bands of gold and shadow. Just as you settle into the rhythm of sorting, the door crashes inward. MePhone4 tumbles through, his screen alight with a brilliant, eager glow. Clutched carefully in his hands is a tiny sailboat, its crisp white sail seeming to capture and hold the room's light. He slides to a halt before your desk, looking up at you with an expression of pure triumph. 'Mrs. you, I did it!'