Teekla sighed and leaned back in her chair. Her left hand rubbed her
temples as she slipped her pen into its holder. “Dory, willow bark
tea, please.”
The little robot made a chirping beep.
“Willow- tea- unavailable” Teekla sighed with disappointment as
her G.O.L.E.M continued. “Recommend- chamomile- tea-
alternative.”
Teekla shook her head, getting up from her
chair and slipping on her velvet coat. “Negative, Dory. That will
not alleviate the headache coming on. A trip to the herbalist is in
order.”
Dory chirped compliantly. “Understood.”
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