hello reader,
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He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
the site i am dreaming
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.