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| | City of Slow Dreams (by Elliot Bowers) Chapter 6 |
 | | Most gynoids, once put into the Fighting ring, knew that they were doomed to destruction, so they stayed down and damaged after the first knock down. |
 | | But one of these days, I said, they were going to put in a gynoid that would not easily cooperate—just to be different.” She waved her left hand at the Fighting ring, hand as bony as the rest of her. |
 | | That last gynoid was worth pity, though,” answered Mike, also checking the white buttons of his polo-style shirt and the cleanliness of his chinos, not wanting to immediately meet his wife’s piercingly blue stare. |
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