"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

"Put a blanket."

Can I see

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you, Jack

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

Lift Analysis

kind of mythopoesis

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

It Will Get Lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

in a post. I want to be remembered

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i am quite illiterate on producing technology