That sucks, ita. I'm sorry.
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
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Aw ita, I'm so sorry. I was really hoping it would work.
I thought mime was money?
Are they offering a reward for each beret someone brings in?
ita, that sucks
And the ketamine was disappointing.
Damn.
Timelies all!
Congrats Jesse!
Sorry, ita. I was hoping it was going to work for you.
We're eating some cheese to stave off hunger until I can gather the will to cook dinner.
Hivemind, more editing suggestion help?
Original passage:
With a quiet "Ciao," he touched his fingertips to his forehead in this salute move that was totally off the charts. But something about the expression in his eyes—the same one that brought to mind laughter—made me think he was completely aware just how cheesy the move was. And as he turned and jogged towards his field, I sat there fighting back giggles as I got my first clear look at the tat on his shoulder.
The Tasmanian Devil in a swirling tornado.
Taz, indeed. What a dork. Charming, but definitely a dork.
Copyeditor's suggestion:
With a quiet "Ciao," he touched his fingertips to his forehead in this salute move that was totally off the charts. But something about the expression in his eyes—the same one that brought to mind laughter—made me think he was completely aware just how cheesy the move was. And as he turned and jogged towards his field, I got my first clear look at the tat on his shoulder.
The Tasmanian Devil in a swirling tornado.
I fought back giggles. Taz, indeed. What a dork. Charming, but definitely a dork.
A possible proposed alternative from me:
With a quiet "Ciao," he touched his fingertips to his forehead in this salute move that was totally off the charts. But something about the expression in his eyes—the same one that brought to mind laughter—made me think he was completely aware just how cheesy the move was. And as he turned and jogged towards his field, I got my first clear look at the tat on his shoulder.
The Tasmanian Devil in a swirling tornado.
I laughed, loud enough that Taz turned, jogging backwards for a few steps with a goofy grin on his face, like he knew exactly what I was laughing at and was happy to share the joke. Taz, indeed. What a dork. Charming, but definitely a dork.
I'm sorry, ita.
Oh, ita. I keep hoping for a magic bullet.
I like the original best, Barb. It's the Tasmanian Devil. Of course she laughed.