You could ruin it by trying to ham it up with too much vibrato, and it was important to keep the phrasing more conversational than metered like a poem...“Sure. It’s called ‘You’ll Never Be the Sun’.”When I finished, I knew I’d done it right, because Cheyenne had tears in her eyes.“Bobby, that was just beautiful! It’s like it was written just for me.”“If it wasn’t, it was written for someone just like you. I sang it just for you.”She smiled at that. “I didn’t think you were all that. She walked a little faster making sure she could stillsee the ice cream girl in front of her, just a littlebit longer she thought and then I’ll be safe. She pulledup the hood on her Hoodie and nervously fingered the gunin her handbag, it made her feel more relaxed and calmknowing that if anything should happen she hadprotection. She was almost home now and walked faster, passing theice cream girl and saying a quick hello as she startedto head off in her own direction to her house.. He got out his tools and started puttering around, apparently starting on the side wall across from where I was hiding. He pushed aside an old wagon wheel and started removing a few old rotten boards. So far there was no problem. Then Tammy entered and she closed the door behind her. She called out, “Hi Brad! I missed you so bad, honey!” He turned and in a moment she was in his arms sucking face and grinding her big tits into his chest. I saw his hands move down to her ass. The bitch. If you'd clear the Clarke for them, we'd be eternally grateful." Special as in how?" Swanson subvocally commanded the AI to project the orbits on a convenient patch of wall. "Very special." He whistled. "These are low. Doable, but you're scraping the exobase at perigee on some of them." Agreed, but we need to get this data." Granted. AI, please advise Orbital Control, Clarke gets priority on orbits." Thank you. By the way, our geologist would like the Captain to talk to you about doin' a.