you know who you are. no more time, not like

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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Today I felt like starting

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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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barren land

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you cannot feed someone truth

hello reader,

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

the site i am dreaming

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.

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