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... bench trying very hard to not think about anything magical when Bork walked over and cleared his throat in a way that meant he wanted to talk about something important.
"Boss," Bork said, leaning against the workbench. "May I ask you something?"
Greg said, without looking up from the perfectly normal horseshoe he was working on, "No, if it means making anything that could possibly develop consciousness or cause emotional distress."
"It’s not like that at all," Bork said w ...
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