“What Is Your Purpose?”She Stood There On Display, Trying To Think. Her Purpose? What Did That Mean? She Wasn’t Some Kind Of Thing Or Object.thing.object.“My Purpose Is To Obey My Master,” She Said. She Could Hear The Words She Spoke,
Now, here’s the problem. You were a very rude bitch to me at the club tonight, which I simply cannot abide. You bumped into me and spilled my champagne, which was bad enough, but you didn’t even apologize for it.So, what we’re going to do
