She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Thank you, Jack


bro i read nothing in my life

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls


its good

i want to do that too

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that looks like my instagram account

Slug

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i love it here

autonomy of learning

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