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I am below everything.
"Put a blanket."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
no longer writing in the third person
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
brb i will read and reply sincerely
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
really i want the internet
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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