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"I can't believe I'm doing this."
"You missed a spot. Over there." "Stop wiggling, you're messing me up." "Don't take that tone with me! I'm the fire-breather, remember?" "Yeah, yeah..." "I think pink is such a cheery color, don't you?" "Sure, whatever you say." "You did have a choice, you know." "I know. I'm done." "Okay, now for the other one." "Careful with that foot, the enamel is still tacky." "I did promise to let you go when you finish. Don't you think that's the better alternative?" "I suppose. But what am I going to tell the king?" "Oh, I don't care. Make something up if you like." "Well, since you put it that way..." "It's not so bad, is it?" "I guess not. You have another bottle? I'm almost out." "Sure. Here you go. I do love that shade of pink!"
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