i dont understand magnetisation

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"Put a blanket."

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

hiding from the rain

you have a beautiful account btw

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

no longer writing in the third person

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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