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“Are you stuck?!”
“Yeth.”
“Oh my god, Nathalie, what were you trying to do, fit the whole thing in your mouth? That’s not how you eat a caramel apple.”
“Whoopth.”
“Let’s see. How do we fix this….”
“Ith thuck to my fathe.”
“Yes, yes, I know. Do we have pliers?”
“‘On’t tell me youw going to play dentitht! I’m not ‘etting you neaw my mouth with thothe!”
“...Or what about hot water? To melt the caramel? Do you think you could fit your head in the sink?”
“...‘Oodbye. I ‘ill be figuring thith out mythelf.”