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When I was a little kid about seven years old, my mom bought me a Mr. Robot. You know what they are? They're about two feet tall, all different colored wheels and plastic, with a hat and mouth that opened and everything. One day I thought he was cold, so I put him on top of the radiator. We had a forced-air, hot-air furnace that used to come out of the floor. The next thing I knew, he had turned into a little six-inch tall, dripping glob of plastic blobs. I cried--it was my coolest present, and I went and broke him!
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