It was hours outside of Paris, in a small village where the buildings are centuries old, that I attended my first French engagement party.
A young woman named Lilly greeted me when I arrived. She was glowing as she set the table with cheese, crackers and French pastries. We were surrounded by picture frames of her and the token of her affection. She poured champagne, and together we toasted her engagement ... to a robot.
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