and the fake qualifier

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i really havent

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After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i want to do that too

was it worth it

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wait what is that

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

no like which do people call me

Thank you, Jack

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