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I was eight years old when I realized that my G.I. Joe and Optimus Prime were more than friends,” I told her. “Theirs was a forbidden love that dared not speak its name.”
“Optimus Prime is a robot,” Jenny said. “Humans and robots can’t be in love.”
“Oh,” Sandy groaned. “You shouldn’t have said that.”
“Blasphemy!” I hissed at her.
“It’s true!” she insisted.
“I hope you never have children,” I snapped.
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T.J. Klune