I'm a little late with this one. This is last week's one. I know it's bad, but I'd like a critique, if you could. Then back to your regularly scheduled programming.
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"...beneath stranger stars and stranger skies."
"Why, Mike," Sabrina said, "that's gorgeous!"
Mike blushed at the compliment. "Well, it's nothing much, I mean..."
"No! Seriously!" Sabrina playfully shoved her friend. "You could be an author. You could open a poetry compilation with that."
"No I couldn't. I... I should just give up. I'll never be good at this."
Sabrina turned, staring into his ocean eyes. "That was actually my favorite piece you've ever written."
Mike lightly chuckled to himself. "You know, I wrote it about you."
Silence. The clouds rolled away, and they held hands under the stranger skies.
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Why have you turned around?
Don't turn around. There's a lot more
fun
to be had over here. I invite you, no, I
implore
you to come over here. Come back to us. Come back to me. Sit back in your comfortable seat, relax in front of the calming light of this screen.
Yes, that's it. Much better, right? Isn't the chair relaxing? Yeah. That beautiful, calming chair. Sink into it. Feel it support your weight. Doesn't that feel nice?
Why should you ever leave?
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