[he skims the page once his work is returned, lips pressed together in a thin, determined line as he absorbs the feedback and applies it to the poem, then nods once, with an almost surgical precision as he crosses the word out and scribbles a notation in the margin, a reminder to find a better word]
You're right.
I knew it seemed off, but for the wrong reason. Thank you.
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You're right.
I knew it seemed off, but for the wrong reason. Thank you.