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wesley had finally gotten his baby — robot baby — to stop crying and he settled her — it? — into the carrier the school had provided him. peace at last....until another baby started crying nearby. that wasn’t his, right? it couldn’t be his, he’d just fed and burped her. if it was an actual baby crying, he wouldn’t be that dick that got upset about it. however, considering this crying beast was non-sentient... “please deal with that crying. feed it, burp it, something.”











