"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Thank you, Jack
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
i was tempted to lie about my name
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
bro i read nothing in my life
was it worth it
god being the centre magnet
i love it here
ion
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
is this you as well
"Put a blanket."
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.