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I don’t get it," she whined, slumping forward onto the rickety table. Something cracked. She ignored it. "She likes it when I hurt myself, though. That’s weird, right? See this? She watched me do it. Like, real close. Creepy-ass smile ‘n’ shit.… Think it’s ‘cause she don’t got blood? Like, a fetish or somethin’? Robots.