What do you mean it’s confusing, he asked in a gruff manner,
trying to puff himself up. It’s worded poorly and it makes it all wrong, she
replied. Well what can I do to fix it, he resigned. I don’t know, was all she
could muster. They spent hours on it. A back and forth argument hushed between
them as they debated the semantics. When dawn broke, she drew in a comma. He
scowled at her and to the setting sun. That’s it, he asked. It’s perfect now,
she confirmed. It was settled and he was pissed. He gave dawn a hug and headed
out into the dusk. A comma, damned thing, he thought to himself.
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