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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Put a blanket."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
in a post. I want to be remembered
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Thank you, Jack
Can I see
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no longer writing in the third person