Day 3
Miss Jules I think might be an alcoholic. She often relies heavily on alcohol now more than usual, when I mentioned that this to her she had said. “Get the fuck outta ‘ere.” I respect her privacy until she started to sob. Androids with weapon enhancements tend to have less hormones in their bodies, which means less emotions. I was made cheaper by being on the high end of hormones for my kind. Miss Jules sobbed on my shoulder, while I sat on the couch and looked on the internet for ways coffee can stop a hangover. After a while she started to fall asleep. Miss Jules does not wish for me to carry her at all. So I stood up and got a blanket and pillow from the closet, in my room and brought them to her. She took them fumbling with the pillow to find the right spot. A past agreement allows for me to walk around freely as long as I stay within 10 blocks of Miss Jules. As I get ready to walk out to the park nearby, miss Jules said something that I’ll never forget. “Is there any way to treat a broken heart?”
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