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The toymaker thought he’d made the perfect wife. She would always be beautiful, her every personality flaw could be reprogrammed. She would dance for him, sing for him, love him forever. As he grew older, however, and arthritis kicked in, he discovered her one fatal flaw…
He still had to wind her up.