[Stango at his desk, hunched over a few slips of heavily scribbled paper, muttering to himself. After a little while, he crumples them and hurls them into the trashcan which is for some reason outside his door.
Should anyone investigate, they read as follows:
1. THERE ONCE WAS A GUY FROM THE BRONX
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BENNY! I think we need to talk.
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...Yeah? What about, Frankie?
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/holds at arms length
Look Ben, no wonder you can't find a dame, save McGee, yes I know about that Your writing is terrible!
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Are you the one rose, I've been longing for?
Dotted with drops of rain, a beauty I can't help but adore
You drew me closer still, rest of the world I ignored
An honest simple scent, I hadn't known before
I wish I could stay, be with you forever more
But I'm from far away, there's a world left to explore
Yet your perfection sways... I don't know anymore
Maybe there's no need to leave?
If you're whom I'm searching for...
/puts pen away
There we go. Thats how ya do it Ben.
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