When I was about 5 or 6, my uncle told me that I was a robot and I wasn't really his neice. He told me that my real family (the fridge, the toaster, etc.) only stayed at his house so if they got thrown out, so would I. Since I thought he was lying, I asked him "If I'm a robot, why do I bleed?" because I didn't think robots had blood. He said that
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