human
I say, Nellie, I wish you’d do that every day. Now, don’t get angry—you know you rather like it.
gpt
Whatever do you mean, Bob? It was your fault; you pushed me down.
human
Of course I did. Let’s lie here a month, just as we are—only I should like your arms a little closer round my neck. Never mind about your skis—I’ll take them off.