wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.