human
Pardon! he exclaimed, checking himself until he was red;
gpt
I just happened to think of something very funny that happened last week in Arkansas--Madame Beausoleil, I know it must look odd, --his voice still trembled a little, but he kept a sober face--
human
Hi! diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon the little dog laughed to see the sport and the dish ran away with the spoon you understand I'm simply talking for talk's sake as we resume our walk we'll inadvertently change partners--a kind of Women's Exchange as it were old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard to get her poor dog a bone but when she got there the cupboard--don't smile so broadly--was bare and so the poor dog had none will that be satisfactory?