Pets and Their Breaking

When the screen shattered, three months of torturous work splintering into hundreds of tiny pieces, she looked my way and glared.
"I'm sorry, love," I said.
"He'd evolved," she growled.
"Sorry."
"Doesn't matter."
"Oh!"
"He was the wrong colour, anyway."
"How about I get you a real one?"
"Will he break?"
"One day, perhaps."
She stared at the pavement, then me, "Can I have a purple one with yellow spots?"
Electronic pets had a lot to answer for!

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