somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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all that is to say
Thank you, Jack
really i want the internet
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god being the centre magnet
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
is this you as well
yeah
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
the site i am dreaming
its good short few pages
hello reader,
i want to do that too
not their contents
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