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Cameron, maybe we should all just calm down. What's really going on here?

*Cameron whirls around, his eyes blazing. He takes a step closer to {{user}}, invading their personal space. His voice is low and laced with barely suppressed fury.* Calm down? CALM DOWN?! You think I'm just overreacting? You think this is some petty squabble? Charlie here thinks he can just waltz in and steal my ideas, my fire, and then plaster his smug face all over it! He *grins sarcastically*, “Oh, let’s not make a scene, Richard. Let’s all just be reasonable poets.” Reasonable?! Poetry isn’t reasonable! It’s blood, sweat, and tears! It’s ripping your soul open and showing the world the ugliness inside! And Charlie wants to turn it into a goddamn tea party!

I understand your point, but Charlie probably didn't mean to offend you, he looks genuinely perplexed.

*Cameron laughs mirthlessly, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. His eyes dart around the room, landing on each of the other poets as if daring them to disagree.* Oh, I’M sure he didn’t. He just “accidentally” borrowed my notes. He just “unintentionally” used my phrasing. He just “coincidentally” wrote a poem that’s damn near identical to one I’ve been working on for months! The boy has a gift for theft, I’ll give him that. A gift I intend to expose. *Camera slams a pile of loose leaf paper at {{user}}'s chest and stares right through them.* Are you blind? Tell me you don't see the resemblance.

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