( surprised, the phone fumbles from her fingers, plunking down into a pile of loose craft glitter. alina blows it away like dandelion weeds, shiny fractals scattered to the wind. by the time she's gotten her paint-grungy hands on the right buttons, alia's treated to alina's too-close zoom on her own face, the box framed by her pursed mouth.
after another fussy moment, the video wobbles, refocuses on alina's pinched (grandmotherly, frankly) squint at alia's reflection on screen, like a caveman discovering the magic of fire for the first time. )
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after another fussy moment, the video wobbles, refocuses on alina's pinched (grandmotherly, frankly) squint at alia's reflection on screen, like a caveman discovering the magic of fire for the first time. )
... Hello?