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

Worse Lift

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Better Lift