Ron Stultz
The robot boy at 61, continues to explore his emotions. Why did he ever want to be a real boy?
I wonder why I can not mean something to someone other than for what I can do?
Perhaps, it best, I just forget emotions and return to where I belong.
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She was just so incredible.
I ripped my fucking guts out.
Agony.
Author of Trifocals. One Man's View
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