We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

"Put a blanket."

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.

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2 (actually index). two is company

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

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have you read

not so on: yvf(wthw)

isaac

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i really havent

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i understand

ion

I am below everything.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Slug

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away