"I like your car."
"no you don't."
"you don't like you're car."
"can't argue with that."
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she hopped onto the car, and started balancing chocolate chip cookies on my chest, which was heaving up and down due to my human need to breath.
"thank you."
"no problem, captain."
"I'm not a captain." I turned my head to her, eyebrows raised.
"you're the leader of this vessel." she smiled, patting the car.
