I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Stella, cut that out! You know I don’t like you licking on my legs.
Stella: Hold still. It won’t take long.
Me: No. And why do you do that anyway?
Stella: To see what you taste like.
Me: What? Like I’m food?
Stella: You taste like salt. But only after you’ve been outside in the heat. And not after you wash off. So I’ve got to do this taste test quick. Otherwise, you’ll have the flavor of plain old tasteless human again.
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