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I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
in a post. I want to be remembered
much more tactility
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
yes
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thank you, Jack
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i love it here
division of reality is straying away from it
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.
what do you mean
i understand
but i respect your search
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