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But it remained unexpressive, because no one had asked its opinion, and because it was a daisy.
That may be the single most quintessentially British line I've ever written. Take that, Moffatt.
Still, Starlequin wondered absently if he didn't sense some sort of latent, cellulose-targeted hostility radiating from someone in the room...
Y'know, one of these days, I'm gonna get my opposable thumbs back. (Or at least work out a way to wave a wand and chant spells without articulating joints or a working larynx.) And then, we'll see what's what, you...daisy-eater! *wavers lazily in his pot*
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