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At the end of the universe

At the end of the universe a young girl and a robot sat at a diner.
‘Don’t say it,’ she grumbled.
“I didn’t,” the robot answered.
“Yet.”
They sat in silence, the girl stirring her coffee, the robot sipping it’s oil.
“I told you, we shouldn’t have made that turn,” the robot added at last.
“And I told you to shut up!”