[The sweetest songs always carried melodies with vague words. Bloated meanings gleaned from the listener's experience, rather than any substance, lulled so many into calm nights and restful sleep.
He's enough sunsets - sunrises - to not be swept into such hollows.]
Tell me, [Implorative and calm, he lets his wrist go limp, grip on the device loose.] What form will this reward take? A goldfish? Or some fireworks? [His voice settles amused, toying with the possibilities.]
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He's enough sunsets - sunrises - to not be swept into such hollows.]
Tell me, [Implorative and calm, he lets his wrist go limp, grip on the device loose.] What form will this reward take? A goldfish? Or some fireworks? [His voice settles amused, toying with the possibilities.]