We're walking to the station together.
W: I hope I'm not going to make you late.
Me: I've got plenty of time.
W: It's just that I'm slowing you down a bit.
Me: Nothing to worry about, honestly.
W: It took me 20 minutes to do this 10-minute walk yesterday.
We walk a bit further...
W: I can't even bend properly either. What happened there?
Me: Little flaily...
W: I know! It was a rhetorical question.
And into the next road...
W: But I am determined* not to waddle.
Me: Nope, still no waddling here.
*Regular readers will remember the origins of this determination.
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