I had to revisit the selfie-drone timeline I explored some time ago to pick up my waxed jacket from the tailor. As I landed the janky time machine, a bright white flash caught my attention in the corner of my eye. It was a photo radar drone snapping a picture, citing me for surpassing the height restriction. I had no choice but to fly that high, as the …
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