Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family
home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their
culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate,
but I can't
really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
,
I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.