My father once told me a story he heard as a small boy about a little magic device people carried everywhere.” He smiled fondly at the memory. “He always said he wished he could engineer one.” Winnie propped herself up on her elbow. “What did it do?” “I’m not sure of everything, but I do remember that it held thousands of portraits. You could switch between them with your finger.”
Hes talking about cell phones? What the actual fuck
