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Sophia: Well, it's settled. I'm the prettyest.
Grace: If by "prettyest" you mean "scrawnyest," yes, I agree completely.
Sophia: Hmph! I smell like BPAL.
Grace: You do?
Sophia: I do. Because I am the prettyest and everyone knows it!
Grace: (dubious) You mean because someone had BPAL on their hands and scritched you.
Sophia: It's not my fault I don't have opposable thumbs!
Grace: You know, I smell like BPAL too.
Sophia: No you don't.
Grace: I smell like "mountain air, forgotten valleys and woods, intermixed with the scent of fresh dirt on a spring morning."
Sophia: Hmph! Well, I smell like "a windblown moor, with jasmine and lavender and burning-off fog." And that's what the prettyest kittens always smell like.
Meow?
Grace: If by "prettyest" you mean "scrawnyest," yes, I agree completely.
Sophia: Hmph! I smell like BPAL.
Grace: You do?
Sophia: I do. Because I am the prettyest and everyone knows it!
Grace: (dubious) You mean because someone had BPAL on their hands and scritched you.
Sophia: It's not my fault I don't have opposable thumbs!
Grace: You know, I smell like BPAL too.
Sophia: No you don't.
Grace: I smell like "mountain air, forgotten valleys and woods, intermixed with the scent of fresh dirt on a spring morning."
Sophia: Hmph! Well, I smell like "a windblown moor, with jasmine and lavender and burning-off fog." And that's what the prettyest kittens always smell like.
Meow?