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He used to say it looked like a robot with iridescent eyes and a yellow coat with the collars upturned. They had giggled, cuddled together, breathing fat balloons of air into the New Year night. A year later, Tina sat on the same bench, heartbroken; Johnathan was up there celebrating with his wife. The symmetry had been an illusion, and her lover had cast aside his folly to live life on a skating rink of lies.
Wretched, sobbing, Tina checked her watch and began the countdown….3, 2, 1…
The explosion rocked the city. No more robot. No more Johnathan.