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.
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
really i want the internet
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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