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GS-The turkey was still warm when he said it. I had not returned home…

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Near the end of the evening, I sat beside an eight-year-old girl named Lily who wore a wool hat indoors and carried a pencil case covered in silver stars.

She studied the robot sketches on my phone.

“I want to build one with a face,” she said.

“What kind of face?”

“A nice one. So people aren’t nervous.”

She drew a square robot on a napkin, adding round continue reading …

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