human
Oh no, Katie. I don't want to dance with any strange men, please. Just our own.
gpt
It seemed so curious a thing to shrink from. Katie herself had never felt at all strange with
human
Nice fellows were nice fellows the world over, and she never felt farther from strange than when dancing with a nice man--strange or otherwise. Even in the swing of her gayety Katie wondered what it was could make one feel like that. And she wondered what Wayne must think of that plaintive little
gpt
Just our own
human
Now there, said Wayne,
gpt
Let's stand here and watch,