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Dier looked up at AK-12 again. She was smiling at him, leaning her elbows on his shoulders, and watching him while he worked away at the computer.
His face was flushed brilliantly pink.
“You’re a bit heavy you know,” he murmured, squirming under her.
The T-doll wrapped a gloved finger around a lock of his hair. “Oh, but you don’t mind too much, do you, Mr. Dier?”
He stammered, and wet his lips. “W-well, no but, it makes it a little hard to get work done…”
“Is it more important than I am, Mr. Dier?”
“Well, no…”
“Oh good, then.”
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