Copperfox
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Tom looked at the lamp. "I wonder what it has to do with the girl," said he to June, as he went up to it and touched it. "Cast iron," he remarked; "and yet, here it is among all the electric ones. Don't you find that strange, June?" June frowned at him. "You and your science! You think you know everything, but you don't. So what, it's an old lamp, and I don't care what it's made of; next you will be telling me what iron factory it came from."
Tom paid no attention to June's remark; he looked up at the missing arm. "How do you think the arm went missing? And what could have caused it? It was not by lightning, as there are no burn marks on it or the lamp."
"The answer is simple," said the young man who took Tom by surprise, as he was too busy examining the lamp. "In the old days, kids used to throw ropes over the arms and make swings for themselves. No Xboxes then; and over time the rope wore it away till it finally gave way." He laughed to himself as he went into the van. June also found it hard to keep a straight face. Tom was beside himself. "What does that muscle-bound idiot know about anything? Does he not know that it would take hundreds of years to wear away iron with a rope, and not a mere 150 or so?"
"Calm down Tom," said June. "His explanation seems plausible; and look, here comes the old man, maybe he will tell the rest of his story."
There is such a thing as realism EVEN in a fantasy; and you have done it right. The way Tom, June and the worker talked among themselves really IS the way people might talk about an unusual object in the middle of a city. You are doing well so far.
Note that more paragraph separations are good to have. The separations I have made in this copy of your latest section are just a for-instance.
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