I got deeply involved with the characters again. This time, they were much less appealing, so my life wasn't turned forcefully by the narrative. I was involved with them as much as I could be without connecting with them, without needing them like last time. I watched them and I loved them, but I didn't need them. I wasn't desperate for their stilted world this time.
The language captured me. I fell for the Maid In Verse, and had the breath bashed out of me with each exquisite perfection, wandering soliloquy. Each word took part in a flurry of punches, hooks, uppercuts, that slowed down and grew in might until the last... mighty... word.... hit. Each time it was a knockout.
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