Looking for Mister Right

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Jacque clapped his hands and squealed at the airplane that bounced up out of the artificial surf. - “Cee, it’s darling! Did you really give it a puppy brain for an AI? Oh, look, it’s splashing me!” Criminal Procedure sighed. Jacque was less tiresome than many of the beautiful idiots he’d kept as arm candy, but ...