Left to my own vices, all I would own is a Corvette, and it would be broken down.
I bite the hell out of my fingernails. I can't stop. I should stop. It would be nice to grow my fingernails out. It would be healthier. I could pick up dimes.
I don't know why you use a fancy French word like detente when there's a good English phrase for it - cold war.
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