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Penile

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The gun in Sam’s hand bobs. Keeping time with throbbing pulse. Revolting. Penile.

Sam’s eyes dart. Twitching with every clang and screech from next-door as The Robot slowly whittles his lover to death.

Nauseated, sways in her chair. “Don’t check out on me yet, sister,” says Sam. His other hand throws tangled rope into ’s lap. “Tie yourself. No funny stuff. I’m checking on the neighbors.”

Just as the apartment door slams behind Sam, The Robot’s lover explodes, leveling whole city blocks.

But already had the rope out the window. Hooked on a cloud. Climbing to heaven.

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