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Bríd has the money.

Bráulio was tired of translating sentences and went to bed.

Cyprus is called "Kıbrıs" in Turkish.

Here is a classic recipe for crème brûlée.

Robert does not know how to spell 'crème brûlée'.

She doesn't like the food that Bríd makes.

She doesn't enjoy the food that Bríd makes for her.

I started conlanging as a prepubescent with words like "múninghay," "brábintai," and "numnumbúbit," which respectively related to the full moon, dragonflies, and drinking vitamins.

I walked at night, here on Lulu Island. As I entered Starbucks café, sitting at a table with two Doritos bags of chips, one purple and one red, were Peter the redheaded Anglo and Hans the Netherlander on a motorized wheelchair, who offered to me. I took a few chips from both bags. Then, I was drinking reddish Passion Tango iced tea, then Oat Nog Latte. I was munching on crème brûlée almonds. I was exercising with my hand grip strengthener at my table. There were a regular couple with seemingly American spoken accents. The man was a handsome white-haired bear, always wearing a sports outfit. At Hans' request after he exited, Peter gave the purple Doritos bag to me and the red one to Chris the Japanese-English hybrid, who was a barista. The other barista was Jessica the petite Vietnamese. There were Filipino customers. Jessica asked me if I knew what was "lomi" (a Filipino noodle dish). I said that it was "rāmen." Homebound, walking, I accidentally tripped on a wooden board in a dark alleyway. My eyeglasses fell off. Luckily, I was not hurt. A Cantonese labourer helped me. Today is the 14th of December of 2024.

FORTUNATO - Br... Br... It's cold... (Looks for towel.) Don't you want to freshen up a little? / PHYLLIS (without turning) No thanks. / FORTUNATO - I will not look. I'll admire the view from the window ... Like you ... (slapping his chest)[…]