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brb i will read and reply sincerely

13, H, grate

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currently

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

kind of mythopoesis

propensity within someone

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

not their contents

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

division of reality is straying away from it