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.

"Put a blanket."

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

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

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

feel you

i love it here

13, H, grate

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

or never left

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

and the fake qualifier

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

was it worth it

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

isaac

and the fake qualifier