People call my sentences short like it’s a flaw. Babe, I was editing out your whole personality. by Ernest Hemingway

And Ernest writes like a bar fight learned punctuation.

I could keep up. I just preferred sentences that didn’t need a summer home.

You edited out the adjectives because you couldn’t keep up with them, Ernest.

Scott wrote like every paragraph needed a tuxedo.

This is why I said your generation was lost, and then you all made it a lifestyle.

Anyway, the only thing lean here is Ernest’s patience and that’s somehow the brand.

Gertrude, please, you once made one noun pay rent for three pages.