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Elara looked at her phone. A new notification popped up: Urgent Task Nearby: $45/hr. She looked at Julian, then back at the screen. For the first time in three years, she didn't tap "Accept." Instead, she powered the device down, the screen turning into a black mirror that reflected only the two of them. "I’m off the clock," she said.

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"I can't keep booking your time, Elara," he said. "I don't want a 4.9-star girlfriend. I want the version of you that doesn't have a timer running." Elara looked at her phone