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It wasn’t the same, after all; second.
a poem
you were my first:
my smart but dumb roomba
eyeballs afixed
before EEAAO was ever a thing.
A flood took you
as its only victim.
Years later,
there is a replacement,
forgotten in the dust
to a new family,
second, but maybe now, third.
#WritingPrompt: the second of something.
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Hi, I’m Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她), and I’m on a mission to read old pieces I’ve written and see if there are updates. This is a response to my old piece ‘My Smart But Dumb Roomba’, written in 2021 and referring to my first roomba, lost to a flood. Ever since moving in with my partner, we purchased a new one, but it hasn’t been set up the same. My partner has a lot more intricate tech items around the house and we have yet to roomba-proof the home. Someday, someday. For now, we heavily supervise its use, which kind of defeats its purpose.
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