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i really havent

you have a beautiful account btw

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

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

hiding from the rain

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

13, H, grate

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

or never left

much more tactility

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lol yea

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

so at the end

not their contents