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November 3, 2009

She reached up and stroked his FeelingPort-1. Sighing, she thought over the time they’d spent together: there was the time they went to the beach (he got salt water in his battery so they had to come home early); the time he’d taken her ice skating... She’d loved the way he twirled on the ice, like a nightingale gently gliding through the night air. Then there was the time she first met him, in the Burning Spaceship. She was out with her sister, he was with the agency. He worked for the agency, although she didn’t know at the time...