"It's a beautiful piece."
"It could be."
"You're a gifted writer."
"Who says I'm a writer?"
"Well, you wrote this."
"I suppose."
"You must be an avid reader."
"That's rather presumptuous, don't you think?"
"Surely if you write, you must read."
"One would think. Perhaps you should try it."
"What, read?"
"Sure."
"I see you're a poet of a rather cryptic nature."
"Is there another kind?"
"I suppose not."
"Then you know, now, the type of man who stands before you."
"Um..."
"Go. Run along. I see you've become uncomfortable."
"Well, it's been a real treat talking to you."
"Didn't you drop an h?"
"What?"
"Never mind. I just thought one of your words was lacking something."
"Uh..."
"Adieu."
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