Thank you, Jack
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
its good short few pages
was it worth it
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
isaac
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
sorry i am texting like a slav
ahnaf abrar
no like which do people call me
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
what do you think my name is
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
its good
its good
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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities