A writer... Ryder the writer... I would've liked... to read your stories...
[It wouldn't matter much to him what they were. Maybe she's more of a blog writer or a writer of non-fiction, he doesn't know. But still, it would be fun to delve into someone's world for a while. It would've been nice if that part of her could remain despite everything.
Her comment makes him laugh. It's a horrible sound, but hey, it sells the dying angle. Still, his words come out wistful and melancholy.]
I do miss people... I miss them a lot...
[He wishes so bad he could remember the specifics, but even the loss of the whole makes him ache.]
I think... thanksgivings... on shows and things...are meant to be... a little terrible... makes the story... interesting... or... caps it off... with something cheesy... But a real thing... mm, I guess it would... depend on the people...
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[It wouldn't matter much to him what they were. Maybe she's more of a blog writer or a writer of non-fiction, he doesn't know. But still, it would be fun to delve into someone's world for a while. It would've been nice if that part of her could remain despite everything.
Her comment makes him laugh. It's a horrible sound, but hey, it sells the dying angle. Still, his words come out wistful and melancholy.]
I do miss people... I miss them a lot...
[He wishes so bad he could remember the specifics, but even the loss of the whole makes him ache.]
I think... thanksgivings... on shows and things...are meant to be... a little terrible... makes the story... interesting... or... caps it off... with something cheesy... But a real thing... mm, I guess it would... depend on the people...