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"He will be remembered by his Google Assistant."

"My email is down... talk to me."

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"Since he got that thing, he mostly just kills time."

"Did you get my tweet?"

"Looking at you, the moon and beyond, don't you think we could start a blog?"

"Because webmasters don't take out the trash, that's why"

'Can I download that as a PDF?'

'Don't worry about the thumb sucking...she'll be texting with it soon enough.'

"You need the toilet. . . hang on I think I've got an app for that."

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'Remember when we used desktop computers? When everyone at least 'looked' busy?'

'I'm afraid Mr. Caldwell doesn't want to see you now. However, you're free to visit his web site.'

"All the better to ignore you with."

"Buy my data $20"

"What, again? You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Your confirmation number is 7913842461. To hear this information again press 1."

"Did you get that text I sent asking you to turn around?"

"Mom, what's the password to access dad?"

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His Master's Data.

"Can you play with him for a while? His battery died."

Error: Out of memory.

"Siri, am I ready to take a look at the dessert menu?"

"That was good, but we could have watched it on my phone."

"I like it; but let's make sure we can get the domain name first."

"Honest, D-D-Dad. My report card's 'in the cloud.'"

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