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Ohh wow, she wrote. AWESOME WORK rests in my inbox.
Chat, I am in love with my reader.
She comments reliably. Wants to talk on insta, on Tumblr, on di$ (I still don't know what that is but I suspect Discord).
How could I not love her?
It reads so effortlessly, she says. It doesn't push for depth, yet lands so effortlessly. I sing, for she sees a thing I did not.
She sees a concept building and wants to chat about direction. I just need to make a Facebook or WhatsApp. Maybe even share a talk over Tubi.
Chapter one, always chapter one. She sees the quiet pauses between words that truth settles in.
I admit, I am not so cool. I see a space. How does she see truth?
She just wants to talk. Was it on Yahoo or AOL? I can't keep up. She always wants to chat. Share some ideas.
Fearless, it has an easy rhythm. How could I not adore such an observation from my beloved Liana on this, her fifth comment on chapter one?
It remains even and composed, helping the emotion land without strain. She has some concepts I am dying to hear. I just need to reach out on ICQ. Or was is YouTube comments section? I can't keep them straight.
She's said so many times on chapter one. I must reach out, I must reach out. Who is this mysterious woman? Do her eyes sparkle as she reads? Does her processor warm at my words?
The structure feels grounded and smooth, a shock to me since I removed the foundation of these characters in this, chapter one. One has to remove a foundation in a demolition workers AU. Or was it an afterparty taking makeup off?
She has some ideas on chapter one. I finished the work a month ago. Fifty, sixty chapters ago. She has some idea from chapter one. Did my words make her RAM crash? Did I make her hard drive spool?
I love my commenter. My only commenter. I will reach out. We shall make sweet, beautiful love. I shall name our children (guest). Her circuits shall overclock and her core memory crash, and I shall love her all the more.
My sweet, dear Liana (guest).
I pine to reach out on Vine. Or Venmo. Maybe Cashapp?
What is it the kids are using now?
Maybe she will help me remember. My sweet, silicate Liana (guest).