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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

It Will Get Lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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.

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