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Skye let a small smile creep onto her face. "Well, that makes sense. Maybe we're just never in the same field." She sat down as she listened, her legs getting aches from standing so much. "Well, I used to have a dog. He ran away about three months ago, though. Then again, he never really like me. I always got the notion that he was telling me that I was too unsocial. Who knows where he is now?" She looked up towards the sky. "My theory on our creation is that some scientist created several hundred of us, then let us out into society to live on our own. It sounds crazy, but it makes a bit of sense in this crazy world." She giggled at his last comment. "It only makes sense that we share likes and dislike, considering that they're a part of us. Inside and out."