There's a man there by the window.
And he's speaking with such precision you can see the letters spit forth into air shiny newborne serifs spinning.
And his words are just hanging out there piling up there in a loose stack by the window free dialog for the taking.
I'll pass.
you know what they say…there is no such thing as a free dialogue. prices paid for ear renting and tongue lashing.
“A face at the WINDOW,
A tap on the pane;
Who is it that wants me
Tonight in the rain?”
—Richard Henry Stoddard, The Messenger at Night