nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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.
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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.