Most people in Atlanta don't have an accent. It's pretty urban. A lot of people speak gangsta, though," I add jokingly. "Fo' shiz," he replies in his polite English accent. I spurt orangey-red soup across the table. St. Clair gives a surprised ha-HA kind of laugh, and I'm laughing too, the painful kind like abdominal crunches. He hands me a napkin to wipe my chin. "Fo'. Shiz." He repeats it solemnly.Cough cough. "Please don't ever stop saying that. It's too-" I gasp. "Much.""You oughtn't to have said that. Now I shall have to save it for special occasions.""My birthday is in February." Cough choke wheeze. "Please don't forget.
by Stephanie Perkins (0 Reviews)
The characters discuss how most people in Atlanta have an urban speech style, with some using slang like "gangsta." One character humorously remarks about the accent, leading to playful banter. During the conversation, they share a moment where orangey-red soup spills, causing laughter and lightheartedness.
The dialogue captures a fun, teasing atmosphere with themes of language, personality, and special moments. One character jokingly asks the other not to forget their use of "Fo' Shiz," especially as it relates to their birthday in February, highlighting their playful relationship.
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