The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

no longer writing in the third person

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currently

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

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

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

abrar?

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

not their contents

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

i want to do that too

i dont understand magnetisation

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