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

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is this you as well

isaac newton

its good short few pages

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

sorry i am texting like a slav

i want to do that too

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

"Put a blanket."

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

that looks like my instagram account

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

and the fake qualifier

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

It Will Get Lighter

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

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.