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CJ groaned. He was trying to write a haiku for Melody, but he just couldn’t get it right.
“I’ve never thought much, of formulaic verse anyway, and rhymes are not my fort-“ he cut himself off mid word. Fuck. He was so fucking close!
“I have been trying. To get this haiku right. All night, for you, alright-“ NO. 5, 7, 6 again. CJ groaned loudly.
He scribbled out his anger, voicing it as he did. “This should be easy. They’re simple, these rules. Why’s it, so hard to break through?”
He banged his head onto the notebook, before reading out the syllables.
5, 7, 5.
Holy shit.
CJ tried one more time.
“Kind, sweet, and charming. Voluptuously endowed. Hair a darkened brown.”
He did it. He actually did it.