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

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.

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

wait what is that

was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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