brb i will read and reply sincerely
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
it is hopeful
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.
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currently
we can only engage in such a way
idk
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
magnetises a pin
division of reality is straying away from it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Thank you, Jack