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“Jeff, we should buy you a pet,” Rhea said.
“But Mama,” Jeff clutched the metal figure of a puppy. “I already have a pet.” The pet-bot pressed its muzzle against Jeff’s arm. As it let out a shrill electronic whimper, a tear drop rolled down from its eye. "Woofer’s the best pet in the world." Awarded second place in "The Amazing 55 Word Story Contest"
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