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[drunken_sorcery]

*The sky is clear, and it's not too cold outside, today. There's still a nice sheet of ice covering the lake; though it's probably too thin to stand on, it's pretty to look at.

There's no wind, either. Thus Cross is sitting out on the dock, smoking.*

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[drunken_sorcery]

*Cross sees him, though. ... And calls out to him, after a minute.*

Hey.

[drunken_sorcery]

... How's the robot doing?