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With an exhausted sigh, she pushed the oven door shut; the cough of hot air brushed her stray hair from her face. The baby cried from the next room. The day was only just beginning, and yet the flour still dusted the floor from the night before.
I'm a device, fitting in your hand or taking up your wall. I create, I destroy, I mold, I bend. I'm useful and innovative. I take your jobs and make your world.