with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

feel you

ahnaf abrar

have you read

yeah

i love it here

isaac newton

its good short few pages

whats your name?

its good

plato

i understand

bro i read nothing in my life

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

its good

no i haven't really read anything

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

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.

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.