Yesterday Elias and I were leaving for work. We walked out and then stopped on the porch so that I could close the door behind us. When I turned back to him, Elias was facing away from me, standing at the top of the stairs with his arms outstretched. He held them up for a moment more before letting them drop.
"Oh," he said. "I still can't fly."
"Oh," he said. "I still can't fly."
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