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“You wanna use my drone?” Nikki Mason asks. The cliff looms below her. Mack Eenna turns, “Na, this is going to be a lit picture if I only use my selfie-stick.” Mack tells Nikki to hold his hand while he leans over the edge. Mack extends his arm, but it only reaches so far. Now, Nikki is the only thing grounding him, his waist up in space. Then Nikki’s phone rings. Reflexively, her hand goes to her pocket, and whips it out; the “hey girl!” escaping her lips before she realizes what she has done. Only Mack’s phone survives the fall.

– Mischa Johal

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