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.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
hiding from the rain
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
but really the thing should be autonomous
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
Better Lift
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
no like which do people call me
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
like first name
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
what do you think my name is
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Thank you, Jack
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ahnaf abrar
bro i read nothing in my life