13, H, grate

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

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. way too specific.

Worse Lift


I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

wait what is that