robots don’t dream

She was having that nightmare about blood spilling out an elevator.

Later, she really wanted to eat that piece of chocolate raspberry cake but didn’t have the stomach.

“You can have it Tess.”

“I ain’t hungry neither this morning, Mabel. Mud again,” she summarized her own nightmare.

It was all Robert’s.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” he cried while reaching.

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