You will be gratified to read that sensation is returning to my tongue. Obviously I don’t know why that news should affect you so, but that’s hardly my fault, is it? You sicken me. There, I’ve said it. No, wait: I love you. Let’s never argue again. Have a peanut. I wonder what they make the stuff out of that goes in dental anaesthetic?
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