"What do you think the fridge said?" Cassian asked, but he didn't wait for an answer before continuing."The fridge took the popsicle back, saying that he had just the thing to plug her up and stop her from melting."The moment he finished speaking, Satine said, "I just completed a poem, too. Let me read it to you, and you can tell me what you think."Was Satine a poet?Cassian was instantly reminded of Dunley, who loved coming up with poems—cheesy and poorly written ones. Satine had to at least be better than Dunley, right?Meanwhile, Satine started reading out her poem."Three feet off the ground, a narrow ditch runs. Hidden in the shadows, never seeing the moon nor the sun. No cattle come to graze in its pasture. Only the men lap away with their tongues, quenching their thirst with its water."Cassian was utterly flabbergasted."What do you think about my poem? I gather from your silence that you think it's pretty bad, huh? That's fine. I wrote another one. Let me read it ou
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