The trees became, much like the lovers themselves, simply silhouettes.
Not the most readable thing I've ever done...but maybe that wasn't the point.
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He writes, she draws. They both like big sunglasses.
He writes, she draws. They both like big sunglasses.
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- Silhouettes, Version 2.0
- Like the Postal Service song?
- Thank you, Mr. Gorey.
- Rewriting Dialogue
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- I hate your calamari-themed dress, as well.
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