They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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