After a bad breakup with Natalie, Argo has trouble concentrating at work. His boss forces him to take a week off, but now Argo has nothing to take his mind off the heartbreak.
Argo wandered down the streets. His legs were tired and heavy, but he was still not ready to return to that empty apartment.
As the colony sky darkened, bars opened for business under bright signs, buskers hollered--and couples held hands, whispering into each others' ears and giggling as they slapped their happiness across Argo's face.
A crumpled can sat in the middle of his path. He pulled back his foot, ready to kick it, and stopped short.
The can trembled, and eight spindly silver legs unraveled from it and clicked against the ground.
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