so at the end
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
hello reader,
but really the thing should be autonomous
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thank you, Jack
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
and the fake qualifier
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
was it worth it
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.