and the fake qualifier

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.

yeah

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

abrar?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Worse Lift

like first name

yes

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.

I am below everything.

i really havent

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

its performative

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
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wait what is that

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

i really havent