She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

whats your name?

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

it is hopeful

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

13, H, grate

yes

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die. 

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in a post. I want to be remembered

and the fake qualifier

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.