"Put a blanket."

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.

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

so at the end

i really havent

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

thank you

ahnaf abrar

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i want to do that too

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books