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Harry checked the cards in his hand: two twos, a jack, a seven and a nine. He took a moment to study the expressionless face of the robot who sat on the other side of his kitchen table. Two glowing eyes were fixed on him. “Got any twos?” Harry asked.
“Go fish.”
He took a card from the pile in the middle of the table. A four. Bloody hell. Just once, he would like to win! Michael didn’t have to check the cards in his hand. One glance and he had them memorized. “Got any sevens?”
With a heavy sigh, Harry tossed the card across the table. It landed in front of Michael, who promptly picked it up and added it to his pile. “Got any threes?”
“Go fish.”
Yawning noisily, Melissa covered her mouth as she walked through the door. She had been out past midnight last night, but he chose not to c
