"Guesswhatlasstime?" Emmie started, running all her words together into one big word/question. "When I was sleeping an' dreaming? I dream I marry a pineapple!"
(LOL) "A pineapple?"
"Yeah," she grinned, and then shrugged nonchalantly. "But iss awright. I lubbed him."
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