30.04

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Alice sat at the window and sipped her orange juice thoughtfully.

As she watched the tiny butterfly flit back and forth, Alice thought, 'It is ridiculously easy to interrupt me.'

Tapping the mecha-quill, Alice continued looking out the window as her forefinger slid the small green dial to the flute-setting.

'Oh, this is my favorite,' thought Alice as she gestured with the movement of the butterfly's wings.

Nudged by the wind, the butterfly flew out of view towards the roof.

Gentle homogeneous notes followed the mecha-quill as Alice stepped away from the window.

'So maybe I'm not easily distracted,' thought Alice. 'Maybe my screenplay pitch is just too shallow.'

At the right periphery of Alice's vision, a small dull red circle appeared.

A light aluminum smell wafted into Alice's nostrils as she looked around.

"Where is that coming from?" said Alice.

Looking through the window to the top of the large building across the street, Alice screamed as the 747 removed the top three floors and headed straight for her window.  Wide-eyed, Alice grabbed her purse and dived toward the floor as the plane quickly cast a dark shadow into the hotel room.  As the nose of the plan broke the glass, Alice hit the floor and blinked.

Alice's mecha-quill had stopped whispering flute notes and lay silent.

Alice sniffed. 'I ... I don't smell that weird aluminum smell any longer.' thought Alice, as she looked toward the window.

A bright blue sky outlined the completely unbroken building across the street.

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