Dear Secondary Character Who’s Shaping Up Nicely,
Cool: trying to strike a bargain by offering to recite your poetry.
Not-so-cool: Falling silent and expecting me to write the poem in question.
I’m not a poet. If you are, the least you could do is help me out here.
Me
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Dear Me,
You don’t flinch from slitting throats or destroying the world, but you flinch from writing poetry?
Seriously.
Me
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Dear Primary Character Who’s Finally Getting Her Act Together,
I knew you had some fire in you.
Okay, I didn’t mean that literally. But still, I’m not complaining.
Me