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He could have asked his Agent. It knew him better than anyone and was good with words but he was determined to do it himself. She was worth it. He tried reading poetry. There were some clever bits. Not right. Song lyrics, that’s better he thought, more him, less pretentious. There were some bits that sounded a bit like him but he couldn’t imagine saying them, sending them. He wrote the word “love” and quickly scribbled it out (he’d even decided to work analog… more romantic). He had to get it right otherwise it would never get past her Agent.