Me: hello beautiful man
John: hello gorgeous woman
how art thou?
why, i'm quite well now that ye asketh. haha. how about you fair maiden
I haveth been troubled this fair evening, at the prospect of going to bed. This sleep, it eludes me. Tis tragic.
O! What tragedy is such elusion of sleep. Call yonder for it only to meet deaf ears of the man of sand.
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