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This holiday has never done me no good nohow. (A summary of previous years.) But the man from Lint Van Lines proved to be young and dashing, wearing a really nice gray suit, and he complimented my taste in music. This was an improvement on many of my dates in the past.

Pet replication? What the fuck? Okay, I know there's no essential moral difference between a cloned cat and a cloned sheep, but the cloned cat hits you a little more viscerally. And you know where this is going. The year is 2065 and 80-year-old Denise is on Boots version 5.0. "He's a little more temperamental than Boots 4," she tells you over cookies and chai, "but at least he doesn't have the growth on his eye that Boots 2 did, back before the technology was perfected." Shiver.

 

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