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I Write Goodbye Letter

Thank you, Jack

December 2025

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Thank you, Jack

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

hello reader,

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