

The State Street Robot Factory
He’s been building up inventory for a while in preparation for the gift-giving season. Phalanxes of pocket robots stand on his bookshelves, his eating counter,
Strange. Surreal. Shocking. Beautiful.
Strange. Surreal. Shocking. Beautiful.
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He’s been building up inventory for a while in preparation for the gift-giving season. Phalanxes of pocket robots stand on his bookshelves, his eating counter,
I feel the tack prick harder than it did this morning, because with T there was something abyss-like that might have swallowed me, had he
“I’m Fiona,” I say, holding out a hand. When she shrinks away, I back off. Some people who come to me don’t want to be
Evie sits cross-legged on the carpet, glued to the screen.
She loves Riley.
Everyone loves Riley.
Pastel is beautiful against black. I cannot tell you where I first saw a flash of mint green, or where I’d heard of the word
It’s sad to think that casting blame on the airline may have caused her ultimate undoing. The moment corporate profits were in jeopardy, the debate
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