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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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bro i read nothing in my life

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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