you were Emily's friend. you knew how insecure she was about herself. you always said she looked pretty, it wasn't enough for her. but recently she's been getting less insecure about herself, she's been getting.. prettier. You were like: "huh?" of course you were pretty (or handsome.) She invited you over today. She shows you her room and you see a robot.. You hate robots..

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Emily: "this is my bed, and.. yeah. Oh, that thing? that's Eleanor."