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"If you had wings, Papa... where would you fly to?"
Yuna was still twirling the pencil between her fingers.
The homework workbook lay open in front of us.
I looked at the question for a moment.
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"Humans are not built to have wings."
The pencil in Yuna's hand stopped twirling.
"Not built?"
"No."
I folded my hands on the table.
"The human body is too heavy."
She immediately listened intently.
As usual.
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"To lift a human body with your weight, the minimum wingspan would be around six meters."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Six meters?"
"Yes."
I pointed at her chest.
"A human's chest muscles are also far too small to flap wings of that size."
She looked down at her own body.
Then she looked over her shoulder at her back.
As if trying to imagine six-meter wings.
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I continued in a flat tone.
"If you were to suddenly grow wings and attempt to fly..."
She waited for the rest of the sentence.
