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I don't move.

She asks my name.

Gavin, I say.

I get a Tucker and a Rebecca in return.

I look away from her friends.

Robot, she mumbles.

That can't possibly be your name.

She shrugs and sits down, along with her friends.

I raise an eyebrow, still awaiting my response.

That's what  I'm called, so that's my name.

I look at her friends, who aren't even paying attention to her anymore.

That's what I've always been.

I turn back to her.

Then I'm  never calling you that.

Silence.

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A/n:     Italics= Dialogue (Words being said)

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