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Micro-fiction exercise in writing dialogue |
| "Oh," Travis said, "You're here, Nokia." "Where you been all morning?" I said between gritted teeth. Thick brows popped up above his glasses, which magnified his blue stare. "I'm fine, thank you. You?" I chewed a strain of white-blonde hair, probably going white right now. Silence. "Fine...I guess..." "Good!" |