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"Je t'aime, Lottie. Plus qu'un zloty." I hesitate, not sure what to say. "Well, it's a start...." "'I love you, Lottie, More that a zloty'?" Lorcan translates incredulously. "Seriously?" "Lottie's a difficult rhyme!" Richard says defensively. "You try!" "You could have used 'potty,'" suggests Noah. "'I love you, Lottie, Sitting on the potty.'" "Thanks, Noah," says Richard grouchily. "Appreciate it."
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"And, no, they haven't done it." I put him out of his misery. "Done what?" asks Noah. "Put the sausage in the cupcake," says Lorcan, draining his coffee. "Lorcan!" I snap. "Don't say things like that!" Noah explodes with laughter. "Put the sausage in the cupcake!" he crows. "The sausage in the cupcake!" Great. I glare at Lorcan, who stares back, unmoved. And, anyway, cupcake? I've never heard it called that."
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