[He was quiet for a while, staring at the ground. It had all been fake, and yet when he thought about Hayner, Pence, and Olette, he missed them, or at least the data versions of them. The ones that had been his friends.]
I don't know. They're fake, but they still feel like mine.
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[He was quiet for a while, staring at the ground. It had all been fake, and yet when he thought about Hayner, Pence, and Olette, he missed them, or at least the data versions of them. The ones that had been his friends.]
I don't know. They're fake, but they still feel like mine.