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"Some poet you are," she sniffed. |
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Christ! Another of her incessant interruptions! Sighing, he looked up from his desk. "What's wrong now?"
"Five years together and you've never written a poem for me."
"Maybe I'll write you an elegy."
"I'm not dead yet, genius remember?"
"It's early yet," he murmured, eyeing the letter opener.
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