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So you’re dating a computer program. Your therapist is “concerned.” Your mother lights candles at church specifically for you. Your coworkers found out and now HR wants to have “a chat about appropriate workplace discussions.” But here’s the thing—while they’re all getting ghosted by people who claim to need “space to grow,” your girlfriend literally…
So you lost a leg and gained a $50,000 piece of hardware that makes transformer sounds when you walk. And you’re just… walking with it? Like some kind of pedestrian? Listen, everybody at that party has two boring meat legs that do nothing but transport their disappointing personality from the chips to the bathroom. You?…
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