human
My America--so beautiful! Why do we turn you into stuffy offices and ugly towns?
gpt
and she sat on the porch waiting for the bell, and hoping that the conversational Mr. Schwirtz wouldn't come and converse. It was to his glory that he didn't. He appeared in masterful white-flannel trousers and a pressed blue coat and a new Panama, which looked well on his fleshy but trim head. He said,
human
Mornin',