0.4; a note

[bitchykid]

[a tiny note, scrawled, once again, very early in the morning, likely to be overlooked]

"your heart knows in silence the secrets of the days and nights." Maybe... I still don't--

Mr. Abe was welcoming. Thank you. Again. Garcian, s-- sir. ✗

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[relaxfriend]

"s--"?

[draws an arrow to that section of the crossed out writing]

So s-- is now something people write out these days? And they thought the turn of the century was the end of literacy. Clearly, the 1940s will be the end of days.

♥ clearly they will be best friends 83

[bitchykid]

That's the best you've got this time, Gary?

[relaxfriend]

No, no, I consider this progress, honestly. You're mimicking actual speech patterns now.

[bitchykid]

Just because-- [scribbled over heavily, then he gives up]

[cowboy_newsie]

So we got two poets here now.

You write that yourself?

[bitchykid]

No, I heard it somewhere. But it was... something to think about.

[cowboy_newsie]

[a pause]

So?

What do you think it means?

[bitchykid]

To me... That. Agonizing won't help me find answers. Not that--