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The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. Leo carefully assembled the plane, his fingers nimble as he connected the intricate wiring and secured the delicate components. He spent hours practicing on a flight simulator, mastering the controls and learning how to navigate various weather conditions.
Finally, the moment arrived. With his shoebox tucked under his arm, Leo and his dad headed to "The Hangar," the town's premier hobby shop. The air inside was thick with the scent of balsa wood, glue, and excitement.
He took a deep breath, his hands steady on the remote control. With a gentle push of the throttle, the engines roared to life, a high-pitched whine that echoed through the park. The plane began to taxi forward, its wings shimmering in the morning sun.
