Rain, starting

Style

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Slug

plato

was it worth it

is this you as well

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

so the method has to be autonomous

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

magnetises a pin

god being the centre magnet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

...

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

i understand

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