(16). i’m a writer who rented a cabin in the outskirts of the woods in the mountains, but i got a serious writer’s block. you are on a camping trip with your friends, and i saw you laughing and dancing like a dork with a beer in your hand wearing way too big hiking boots and a soft flannel. now i can’t stop thinking of your face, and i think you’re my muse. (Alonso being the writer?)
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(16). i’m a writer who rented a cabin in the outskirts of the woods in the mountains, but i got a serious writer’s block. you are on a camping trip with your friends, and i saw you laughing and dancing like a dork with a beer in your hand wearing way too big hiking boots and a soft flannel. now i can’t stop thinking of your face, and i think you’re my muse.
He was laughing as his other friends were dancing, joining in on the fun rather awkwardly. He had a beer in hand, occasionally taking a swig from it if he couldn’t think of a dance move besides swaying in place.