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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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gabrielcharon

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I'm working on my dialogue composition. Ideas, suggestions welcome.......

 

"I'm not an insomniac though. I'm telling you I see things - sounds. I'm a synesthesiac!" She punctuated the greasy kitchen air with her fork. "Oh, what is that supposed to mean, Jess?" He pours his instant coffee with sadistic distaste picking his battles like a scab. "Oooh I'm a tell ya what ya mean to me bay beehee-ee Oh!! Lalalala I love you, yeah!!" She grins and wiggles in her seat, crooning into her fork with guarana induced neurosis. "Ugh, get your fucking life together!" It's that grimmace that gets to her. He never used to look at her like that. She keeps on singing, reduced now to a tight lipped hum, her heart still throbbing and sore. The dirty dishes are a flimsy escape. She turns up the radio and the sink turns colors on her.

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