"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I am below everything.
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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