Too precious for poetry
“They’re a ball of sunshine.” “Liable to blind you if you look at them for too long?”
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“You need to yield. Look at you - please!” The protagonist concentrated on their breathing, on readying themselves for the next round of the fight. “Any chance you can click my shoulder back in place?...
“And where are you sneaking off to?” They froze, for a beat, before exhaling. “I hate goodbyes, I’m terrible at them.”
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“They’re a ball of sunshine.” “Liable to blind you if you look at them for too long?”
By the-modern-typewriter http://the-modern-typewriter.tumblr.com/post/164022781003/theyre-a-ball-of-sunshine-liabl...
“You need to yield. Look at you - please!” The protagonist concentrated on their breathing, on readying themselves for the next round of the fight. “Any chance you can click my shoulder back in place?...
“And where are you sneaking off to?” They froze, for a beat, before exhaling. “I hate goodbyes, I’m terrible at them.”
By the-modern-typewriter http://the-modern-typewriter.tumblr.com/post/16402441717...