“he is so-o-o gay,” claimed the verbena.
“there was never a moment where you would have been able to discern that,” riposted the nameless juniper-like plant to the verbena’s right.
“oh, puh-lease! he was one dropped curler from having helium legs and you’ll never convince me otherwise,” noted the verbena, crossing its arms across its chest and turning its back to the nameless juniper-like plant to its right.
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