Book of poetry. [Vero is, decidedly, garbage at this sort of thing. Give him a long winded math or scientific equation and he can make sense of it in no time because there's usually only one right way to solve it and only one right answer. But analyzing poetry? The Stranger? How is he supposed to know what Camus meant when he was writing this shit. And when it comes to poetry, people are so complex; there's too many different ways to interpret writing. He hates it.
Chance is actually doing him a favor by pulling him away from this, so don't feel guilty.] What did you want to talk about.
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Book of poetry. [Vero is, decidedly, garbage at this sort of thing. Give him a long winded math or scientific equation and he can make sense of it in no time because there's usually only one right way to solve it and only one right answer. But analyzing poetry? The Stranger? How is he supposed to know what Camus meant when he was writing this shit. And when it comes to poetry, people are so complex; there's too many different ways to interpret writing. He hates it.
Chance is actually doing him a favor by pulling him away from this, so don't feel guilty.] What did you want to talk about.