[ With each critique, Alex feels his tense muscles relax. Okay, yes, she's telling him he's not great at this; it's true, he wrote and rewrote this thing, she does not want to see all the wasted paper he used, the two thesauruses he kept flipping through in Leon's library. But... But that does mean she liked some of it...right? ]
I- I don't...know how to write anything. Like...at all, poetry wasn't- i-it wasn't one of the things I got 'round to learning. [ But somehow the mix of praise gets him even more embarrassed...in a good way. ] Still, I... I wanted to...to try. And...express what I felt.
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I- I don't...know how to write anything. Like...at all, poetry wasn't- i-it wasn't one of the things I got 'round to learning. [ But somehow the mix of praise gets him even more embarrassed...in a good way. ] Still, I... I wanted to...to try. And...express what I felt.