The Nature of Our Arguments
A dialogue poem
This conversation feels like an autopsy!
You don’t want to talk about it? Clear the air?
No. I want to let it go.
You’d love that, totally blameless as usual.
Stop roping me into a fight!
Fine! 😡
Fine! 😡
So what should we have for dinner tonight?
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For this dialogue poem, I used some of Poppy’s prompts. Thank you, Poppy!
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Leslie Writes
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Comments (7)
Fine! I love it 😁
This is written so well!! I love the emojis, they add so much😂I felt like I was really there watching this. Thanks for using my prompt words!
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah. This is way too relatable. Lovely work, Leslie...now I'm hungry haha!
It’s funny when you are just watching, not participating.
Hehehehehehehe that ending. Can we have pizza? Lol
Yep!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
So...believable...🍲🥘