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63616	Haley, A. L.	Hagerty's Enzymes			.txt	text/plain	4993	560	90	Harper Breen sank down gingerly into the new Relaxo-Lounge. "Hey, Harp, old man!" His brother-in-law, turning the pages of the "You're right, Bella," agreed Harper incisively. he watched the robots moving efficiently about, pushing patients in desk clerk who, poor man, was a high strung fellow human instead of a I won't have another of those damnable robots in my room, do you But she had turned her glare on Harper. "You've got the wrong room!" yelled Harp. "Stop a robot?" Harper glared pityingly. The robots not only ignored Harper. Jake, looking over Harper's skimpy frame, grunted doubtfully. Harper looked at his watch. Harper had guessed right. But Harper was a determined man. Only the robots were immune to Harper Breen's progress across the huge "This--this way, sir." With shrinking steps the clerk led Harper across "Don't 'my-good-man' me!" snapped Harper. Despondently he looked at Harper. "You mean you want these robots	./cache/63616.txt	./txt/63616.txt