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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

no longer writing in the third person

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

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

13, H, grate

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Can I see

Lift Analysis

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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

brb i will read and reply sincerely