The Game must be very tired of apologizing to me for it: "Sorry, that is not an acceptable word."
Especially since it really is all my fault.
I wonder if she sits there, in sleep mode, alert but with her eyes closed, just dreading the touch of my cold fingers. Oh, she'll light up. She always does. But her heart won't be in it.
She should have listened to her motherboard and never gotten involved with me in the first place.
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