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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

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

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

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