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Thank you to all who met the challenge: Include the word "communicate" (or derivatives thereof) in your one perfect sentence, and to those who voted.

Here are the results:

First Prize
I didn't get past "Deeply regret to inform you..." before the communiqué burst into flame in my hands.
- Allen N

My fingertips swept the face, communicating where sight could not, and when I reached the mouth, I slipped a digit inside to find set of serrated incisors, but at the crunch of bone, my scream shattered the stillness of the small hours.
- Rachael Burnett

Despite advanced communication programming, the AI physician could not accurately predict human response to the news that their disease was incurable, and they were going to die.
- Sedayne

Second Prize
The pair communicated back and forth via letters, angry and manipulating, meek and pacifying, the weeks blurring into months, years into decades, until one day he was out and she feared for her life.
- RK Wallis

Third Prize
Using only her beautiful dark eyes, she was communicating clearly:
a good walk, then some dinner, please.
- E G Logan

My doctor knows that I hate puns as much as I hate therapy, so why on Earth have I been referred to someone named CommuniKate?
- Stuart G

Congratulations! :clapping-hands: Your Libits have been sent.

(As there were a few ties and fewer people entering this month, there are no special mentions.)
 
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