lol

i love it here

have you read

this will be about a slug

bro i read nothing in my life

Slug

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i really havent

no longer writing in the third person

hello reader,

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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