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"So, what's going on with him?"
"Oh... I think we are having a 'platonic relationship'," she said while gesturing the quotation marks with her hands while saying "platonic relationship." "Needless to say I don't know what's going on between him and me."
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Characature - Description.
On the chair, a girl is sitting, facing the artist. She has a neutral-i.e. not smiling--look on her face, and her expression speaks subtlely of boredom and distraction from being attentive to the artist. In front of her, an artist is drawing a characature of the girl. Her face is perky and smiling, facial feature exaggerated.
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Wouldn't a double quarter pounder be just a half-pounder?
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It was near closing time, and employees were making an abnormal amount of noise while cleaning up as to remind us.
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A screeching noise came from the far end of the tunnel. Most--okay, I correct myself, many--people did not seem to be bothered by it, or at least they were pretending not to. I blocked my ears with my fingers and hoped that the train would please come and stop at the platform so it would stop making the noise and I could stop agonizing about the noise only I seemed to be able to hear.
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N
posted by N @ 4:25 PM
1 Comments:
That second snippet of yours, the description, made me think of this great poem by Christina Rossetti called "In An Artist's Studio," take a look:
One face looks out from all his canvasses,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans;
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queenin opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer greens,
A saint, an angel; -- every canvass means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him
Fair as the moon and joyfull as the light;
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
That was from 1890, perhaps yours could be a modern representation of a similar moment.
-T
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