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Mastani Bhabhi adjusted her spectacles. She took a slow sip of her tea, the saffron staining her lips. "Robots," she scoffed gently. "Hollywood’s way of avoiding the human heart. You want real ? Go to the back shelf. Third row from the bottom. The blue case with the cracked spine."