She only wanted him for his giant robot.
You sound more mystical than Plontinus!
Don't take me so figuratively.
I think our baby just crawled away.
"What's up?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" "Nothing. ... Wait, what do you mean by 'nothing'?"
It was a poor decision to be sick.
Can you come in on Friday at 3:00 for an interview?
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