I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

13, H, grate

i have read not even 1 book

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.